Bitch I Operate

We might be crazy We might be drunk We're sipping on whisky And now here we come And we're riding dirty This must be fame Three words are for your face Bitch I Operate Wake up in the morning and I'm feeling kinda fresh Five pounds of bacon on my motherfucking chest Carbon stained pillows, hands smell like lead Under my matress, gun safe is my bed Loaded up mags just ready to blast ISIS flag wanna wipe my ass Blow-out kit with my speed ball bag Dressed up in my tactical swag Looked in my pocks and found zero fucks Until I pulled out my custom Glocks Even wore Multicams to my first date Wait, what? Bitch I Operate We might be crazy We might be drunk We're sipping on whisky And now here we come And we're riding dirty This must be fame Three words are for your face Bitch I Operate Bitch I Operate Bitch I Operate Chilling at the range, fire rate sustained Lead showers, wanna make it rain C-clamp like a motherfucking boss Got my patches, didn't you, on my damn dog Two in the morning doing CQB Tip-toeing down the hallway Shh, my wife might hear me Got my Instagram game on locks Especially gun bunnies be drooling on my cock Got the whole crew like We're bad When I drop loads, they're always suppressed People say haters gonna hate I'm just like Bitch I Operate We might be crazy We might be drunk We're sipping on whisky And now here we come And we're riding dirty This must be fame Three words are for your face Bitch I Operate Bitch I Operate Bitch I Operate