Black.Ops (feat. El Escobario)

My right hand man got that glock It's a mop, on the left, in my trues Got a 22 shot and we pullin on your block With the chops, and we cock that bitch hold 30 fuckin shots Lil nigga you an opp Keep on talkin to the cops We take some dreads right off your top Mama askin me to stop But you know I cannot stop Sippin fanta with the wock Now I really need some top Bad bitch right on my cock I drop a xanny in my pop I drop a perky in my pop Now I'm feelin like a god Talkin shit you might get stomped Ya my chain it got the rocks She said my new song fuckin rock I just really want the top Ain't no babies All these bitches be some opps All these bitches be some thots All these bitches be some eaters me and Birdy in the bimmer Know we totin on the heater Dirty sprite right out the liter Your bitch meet on the weekend Took some acid now I'm peakin Took them pills and now I'm geekin Fuck with me we get to tweakin My niggas steady scheming Diamonds on me and they blingin Dirty stick I have em singing Yellow tip cuz they be stingin Because they be wingin Touch my bread I'll leave you leakin I ain't scared of no nigga And I got my pole nigga I'm a fuckin felon nigga I don't fuck with tellin niggas Of course they don't believe in me I gotta make em all see Pablo he ain't with the beef Keep that shit up in the streets You come at me I'm blowin heat I'm sick of niggas owein me I'm sick of niggas lyin I might resort to violence Nigga why you like that? Nigga why you try that? You think that I won't fight back You must know know me like that Ya you must not know my crime past But I steady count stacks Balmains hang off my ass Pullin up I got the good gas What you need I got the good pack Snitch ass niggas we don't like that Snitch ass niggas catch the big gat Aerate you like we cut grass Lots of holes up in your whole back Versace up on my bag Louis V you know I like that Gucci kicks ya I might buy that Just to stomp you make your brain splat Lil Pablo make a comeback Shoutout Fendi in the whole trap aye Gang gang gang Ya I'm bound to catch a homi And I fuck her in the face All these bitches sweet talkin So I kick her out the place Ya I'm bound to catch a body I might have to do the race Savage niggas LNS EBG ya we the gang Ya I pull up with my pole I run it up just like a race And I rock a Fouis belt Like my name is Juju bitch Like KD ballin for a 8th If you sneak diss you get stained Chopper bullets rip you up So I run up out the place Xanax bars up in the drink And I'm smokin on the stink You ain't seen me in a blink I'm the hottest in the rink Ya she bad she finna wink So I put it in the pink Never put it the stink Niggas out here hit a lick So I'm turnt up off the scottie Ya I feel like I'm Yo Gotti See my belt ya its so gotti Ferragamo and the Gucci Fendi and the fuckin Louis Prada rockin never Fouis Chips Ahoy this beat is chewy Spittin bars like I'm in juvy And I'm finna rip the clip Got yo bitch all on my dick Shoot at me and you gon' miss On your grave ya imma piss Smokin gas I smoke my spliff Fuck her once and then I flip Send her home get left on read Temporary on my bread Flexin up reload the gat And you know Im smokin pack I don't ever roll of flats Locked my cousin up for that Always fiendin for the sack When I rap I make it slap Bitch she bad she throw it back Look no hands but she can clap, aye