Black Ops lyrics

[Chorus]
I keep that hot sh*t like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
I'm a doctor, give ya pus*y ass a shot
While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field
Now I'm working towards a billon, and I'm living in the hills
Tucked in my drawls, b*tch I got the Tommy Hil-
-figer if it sizzle's, its a scary site, ew
pus*y you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my conscience
Latex, we can get it poppin'
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'
Ridin with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? its a muthaf*cking knot
Pull that b*tch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a di*k, make it p*ss on a opp

[Verse 1]
10, 20, 30, Bullets flying like birdy
I'm a Chiraq warrior, and I'm balling like I'm Curry
If you looking for Chief Sosa, I'm where? Eating curry
Yous eating on that b*tch, she was sucking me early
Choppa click clack, dududu, make him twirl
Keep talking all that sh*t, now he screaming like a girl
I do this sh*t for blood thats my boolin' side
When I start cappin, thats my coolin' side
Damn Sosa how you get the tool inside?
I own this muthaf*cka and I do as I does
Bullets eat his skin, b*tch food his ass
Fly sh*t, Peacoat got my tool inside
Runnin' from the cops, dodging hole pots
When it comes to guap, get a whole lot
When it comes to opps, get a toe tag
f*ck n*gga thought I wasn't on that
[Chorus]
I keep that hot sh*t like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
I'm a doctor, give ya pus*y ass a shot
While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field
Now I'm working towards a billon, and I'm living in the hills
Tucked in my drawls, b*tch I got the Tommy Hil-
-figer if it sizzle's, its a scary site, ew
pus*y you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my conscience
Latex, we can get it poppin'
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'
Ridin with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? its a muthaf*cking knot
Pull that b*tch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a di*k, make it p*ss on a opp

[Verse 2]
I'm digital, like Sonny n*gga
Do something, go and get some money n*gga
'Fore I hit ya ass with the Tommy n*gga
I ain't winnie the poo, this ain't honey n*gga
Act like you want smoke, you funny
Doing walk up with the pistols, you running
I talk all this sh*t, cause I can back it up
No ‘tivis b*tch, I'm acting up
Who the f*ck you is, Bernie Mac it up
Like Kash Doll, b*tch I'm accurate
Hop in my car, and I rev it up
RIP to the damn competitors
b*tch I'm a predator
Had a meeting at 10, went at 11 somthin
Don't be up in the lane when I'm bowling guns
f*ck n*gga better not blow ya nose or nun
[Chorus]
I keep that hot sh*t like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
I'm a doctor, give ya pus*y ass a shot
While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field
Now I'm working towards a billon, and I'm living in the hills
Tucked in my drawls, b*tch I got the Tommy Hil-
-figer if it sizzle's, its a scary site, ew
pus*y you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my conscience
Latex, we can get it poppin'
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'
Ridin with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? its a muthaf*cking knot
Pull that b*tch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a di*k, make it p*ss on a opp