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Black Ops
3,163
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
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

Uhm, uhm
I'm at the top (Top), I'm seein' over these ****
I ain't just anybody ridin' in a big body with them rolls up in it
Lil' ho, I got rain, they love when I post a picture
I ain't just anybody, I got these hoes, and I think I just broke the ceilin' (Ceilin', uh)
No, I ain't just anybody
I been on a different timin'
Wake up and I get to grindin'
Brush my teeth, they pearly white
Get dressed and they get to bitin'
Paint my face, go into hidin'
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 ya"
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 ted talk, 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
**** wanna know the meanin'
All the lean fake, yeah, you can keep it
In that lame crib that ya 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
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm
Written by: Molly Santana, Mya Mimi
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