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Black Ops
3,357
New Age
Black Ops was released on April 26, 2024 by Molly Santana as a part of the album Molly Santana
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Release DateApril 26, 2024
LabelMolly Santana
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Molly Santana
Molly Santana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Molly Santana
Molly Santana
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vendr
Vendr
Producer
Showjoe
Showjoe
Producer
Will Steller
Will Steller
Producer
Radiate
Radiate
Producer

Lyrics

Mm-mm, mm
I'm at the top (Top), I'm seein' over these **** (Mm-mm)
I ain't just anybody ridin' in a big body with them rolls up in it (Mm)
Lil' ho, I got range
They love when I post a picture (Mm-mm)
I ain't just anybody, I got these hoes, and I think I just broke the ceilin' (Mm)
No, I ain't just anybody
I been on a different timin'
Wake up and I get to grindin' (Oh)
Brush my teeth, they pearly whitey (Oh)
Get dressed and they get to bitin' (Oh)
Paint my face, go into hidin' (Oh)
Post a pic' and I'm going viral (Viral, uh)
Don't think that you bitches 'bout it ('Bout it)
Yeah, I could drop a bounty
Ten K, twenty K, thirty K, better get to crouchin'
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, color red dot
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, another man shot
Yeah, they call me Molly, but I ain't the one that's gettin' popped (Hell, no)
Nah, I ain't getting rocked
Down ten, steady gettin' guap
Gettin' chips, need my green guap
Gettin' older, got a mean mouth
Sag my pants, got a lean walk
Walkin', make the scene stop
Like, "Hi, Molly, nice to meet you"
Ten K, twenty K, thirty K, better get to crouchin'
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, color red dot
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, another man shot
Yeah, they call me Molly, but I ain't the one that's gettin' popped (Uh)
You said I'm livin' wrong, baby, I'm just dreamin'
Hope that I live long, but the money bring bleedin'
Always stood tall, God know I took some beatings
Promised you I would ball, now I gotta bust my mean-ass
Now I'm rockin' Issey with the pleaded
Skinny jean pants, lookin' like Gine
**** wouldn't know the meanin'
All the lean fake, yeah, you can keep it
In that lame crib that you're leasin'
I'm out the box like they released me
I'm evil, I'm comin' real freaky
I'ma see if his ex still wanna freak me
Ten K, twenty K, thirty K, better get to crouchin'
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, color red dot
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, another man shot
Yeah, they call me Molly, but I ain't the one that's gettin' popped (Uh)
Popped, nah (Mm-mm, mm)
Mm-mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm
Written by: Molly Santana
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