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Black Ops
I feel really bad for that boy
Cause whenever I catch him
His ass gone be hiding like (REDACTED)
Cause I'm stepping
Play with the gang you get hit with the weapon
My brother a killer, he ride til the death end
Bitch, and you know that I'm a menace
The beam on the Glock guarantee I'm not missing
Watch yo damn back cause the way that these bitches be switching
Is showing me they never listen
They showing me ways that I never could go back
Stomp in this bitch, so his ass getting thrown back
I'm a new boss, so I'm really off mo' gas
Bitch I'm an angel, not talking bout No Cap
Bitch I'm an angel, I'm talking bout Love Ridden
And we all wanna win so we all sinning
'Member asking God why did I not fit in
Now they wanna be us, cause we all killing
Everyone say that they been on top
But they never spent a day in the field
Popping my shit, I ain't taking no loss
I been a damn bully since back in the hills
Finna be known everywhere that I'm on
In the 936, yeah we a big fucking deal
Marching and mobbing, we slinging that steel
Yeah you know that we been on it for real
It's part of my lingo
Talking real bad on the mic, but not Jack, it's like Shego
Shot is so nice, like a free throw
Right to the temple
I'm talking bout running up, Teagle
Swear that my flow be so lethal
I be jumping back to back
Call me Evil Knievel
Tryna run up for my people
Im doing it right
The shine in the dark is all legal
Aye, talking my shit, I can catch any flow
Tryna get high anywhere that I go
I ain't talking bout mountains
My body stay low
Straight to the temple
My mind moving slow
Imma run his damn fade if the bitch wanna play me
Thirteen in thirty-three, feel like McGrady
I was a singer they looked at me crazy
Now bumping my shit
Bitch it's fuck you and pay me
I feel really bad for that boy
Cause whenever I catch him
His ass gone be hiding like (REDACTED)
Cause I'm stepping
Play with the gang you get hit with the weapon
My brother a killer, he ride til the death end
Bitch, and you know that I'm a menace
The beam on the Glock guarantee I'm not missing
Watch yo damn back cause the way that these bitches be switching
Is showing me they never listen
Whipping up hard in the kitchen
Talking my shit on the song
It's so hard, that I dissed it
Feel like I'm Harden, I'm tripping
Pull out the Rocket, the Net was a 6 but I fixed it
Shots at yo partner i swished it
Caught his ass lacking
Now call up yo brother he missing
936 bitch I'm the real fucking deal
Imma call the Black Ops just to make sure I'm listed
(On Gawddd)
Cause whenever I catch him
His ass gone be hiding like (REDACTED)
Cause I'm stepping
Play with the gang you get hit with the weapon
My brother a killer, he ride til the death end
Bitch, and you know that I'm a menace
The beam on the Glock guarantee I'm not missing
Watch yo damn back cause the way that these bitches be switching
Is showing me they never listen
They showing me ways that I never could go back
Stomp in this bitch, so his ass getting thrown back
I'm a new boss, so I'm really off mo' gas
Bitch I'm an angel, not talking bout No Cap
Bitch I'm an angel, I'm talking bout Love Ridden
And we all wanna win so we all sinning
'Member asking God why did I not fit in
Now they wanna be us, cause we all killing
Everyone say that they been on top
But they never spent a day in the field
Popping my shit, I ain't taking no loss
I been a damn bully since back in the hills
Finna be known everywhere that I'm on
In the 936, yeah we a big fucking deal
Marching and mobbing, we slinging that steel
Yeah you know that we been on it for real
It's part of my lingo
Talking real bad on the mic, but not Jack, it's like Shego
Shot is so nice, like a free throw
Right to the temple
I'm talking bout running up, Teagle
Swear that my flow be so lethal
I be jumping back to back
Call me Evil Knievel
Tryna run up for my people
Im doing it right
The shine in the dark is all legal
Aye, talking my shit, I can catch any flow
Tryna get high anywhere that I go
I ain't talking bout mountains
My body stay low
Straight to the temple
My mind moving slow
Imma run his damn fade if the bitch wanna play me
Thirteen in thirty-three, feel like McGrady
I was a singer they looked at me crazy
Now bumping my shit
Bitch it's fuck you and pay me
I feel really bad for that boy
Cause whenever I catch him
His ass gone be hiding like (REDACTED)
Cause I'm stepping
Play with the gang you get hit with the weapon
My brother a killer, he ride til the death end
Bitch, and you know that I'm a menace
The beam on the Glock guarantee I'm not missing
Watch yo damn back cause the way that these bitches be switching
Is showing me they never listen
Whipping up hard in the kitchen
Talking my shit on the song
It's so hard, that I dissed it
Feel like I'm Harden, I'm tripping
Pull out the Rocket, the Net was a 6 but I fixed it
Shots at yo partner i swished it
Caught his ass lacking
Now call up yo brother he missing
936 bitch I'm the real fucking deal
Imma call the Black Ops just to make sure I'm listed
(On Gawddd)
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