Black Ops lyrics

[Intro: Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh]
(Kaysan)
Grrah
Damn, YP, I know you mixed this one
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Like

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh & Jenn Carter]
Two-two sticks in my hand like a band, like
n*ggas ain't opps, they fans
Like, told bro, "Let's go spin through they 'jects" (Like, what?)
b*tch I'm on feet and I'm looking for wreck, like
Keep a stick like I'm Woody (.30)
.30 stay on my side like a pet, like
And-and it's everything dead (Like what?)
He-he only tough on the net (Grrah, graah, graah)
Like, yo, Jenn, I'm tryna bend
f*ck-f*ck a .30, I pop me a Yellow (Yellow)
.10-.10 jam, he get beat with the metal (Metal)
No leggies, he rippin' his head off (Head off)
Off-off the lean, I can't see like Hel' Keller (Keller)
Heard that n*gga keep smokin' my dead
I'm on they block, I got one in the head (Grrah)

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
S-SV, pick up the pace (Like what?)
Like, like, what? Don't leave no space (Don't leave no space)
Them n*ggas talkin', we see 'em (Graah-graah)
I-I told Jah don't leave no trace (Graah-graah boom)
Like, .40 gon' open his face (Like, damn)
And there's a knock in the V, we can't stop for the D's (D's, like)
Feelin' myself like I'm losin' my keys (Graah-graah)
K-KR, rock that V (Graah-graah, boom)
Like grrah, my chop is so hot when I'm leavin' the scene (It's Carter, di*khead)
Like, that boy got hit on the 13th (Like)
Bullets gon' hit 'em he thirsty (Damn)
It's this b*tch on my body, and no she can't line me I came wit' a beam (Graah-graah, graah-graah, graah-graah, boom)
Got me buggin', like "Ooh, where the lean?" (b*tch)
If he talkin' on 4s then we take 'em off feet
[Verse 3: TaTa]
If he talkin' on 4s, brodie aim at his bean
And this b*tch cannot line me I came with a beam
I'm 'ootin' at n*ggas, I don't need a screen (Graah)
And that boy an imposter, it's not what it seems
I'm feelin' like Curry, I shoot with both hands, n*gga, if I step back then it's gon' be a green
These n*ggas is butt, only tough when they dream
When I dump the whole clip, I bet I'll make a scene, grrah
How many opps got to go in the spliff? For y'all to realize y'all got to get back
b*tch and I'm always smokin' somethin' new, so many opp n*ggas dead in this pack
You better keep you a pole if you rappin', and dissin' the dead, in your tracks
n*gga, big 41, b*tch I got to move tact
And these n*ggas be shootin' sh*t all in your tracks

[Verse 4: Dee Billz & C Blu]
Like, ayo, Jenn, let's go bend, I'm tryna up it on him and his friends
Everything dead, no makin' amends, I'ma see red when I hop out the Benz
I'ma see red when I hop out the right side
Told bro, "We gon' spin at the right time, you know the right time, rainy, nighttime"
When I'm focused I feel like it's my time
sh*t get spooky, Freddy Krueger, bro got a .380 Ruger
I'm a rapper, brodie a shooter, he give out lessons, he a tutor (Grrah)
Feel like Klay with the quickdraw, no taxi, hollows make 'em lift off
Why they act like they spinnin' my block? Makin' vids on the corner, like a cop (C Blu)

[Verse 5: C Blu]
You could run, but you can't hide forever, and when we catch you, you gon' make it to heaven
Never lack, he get shot through the sweater
Give a f*ck 'bout the rain or the snow, my n*ggas on timin', we slide through whatever
Watch your gang, n*ggas switch like the weather
Watch your b*tch, they be f*ckin' whoever
And my shell got no name, yeah, I flock at whoever
And I fight, knuckle up wit' whoever
Never duckin' no smoke, I'ma mash that
Never broke, 100K I could flash that
n*ggas be poppin' they b*tches, I had that
Back then, Drill a shot I did it often
Walk-Down-Gang, if he trip I'mma off 'em
b*tch I'm buggin' I do it for 13
Twelve and one in the head, I tote thirteen
Rob who?, Want this chain?, better pack me
I ain't goin' for nothin'
Nig-n*ggas see me, their heart start pumpin'
Throw a shot, my adrenaline rushin'
Glock got a switch, ain't no point in you runnin' (Runnin')
'Cause these bullets gon' catch you
Shells so hot, burn his skin like a tattoo
No gun in the spot, I might go with my scapel
You get close and on bro, I'mma cut you
f*ck from the back, she scream, "Daddy, I love you"
DnD on her phone when we rumpin'
Rough sex, almost pulled off her frontal
di*k in her guts, two strokes and she runnin'
Back out, just to nut on her stomach
Don't get too attached, one night and I'll dump it
Like, b*tch I'm allergic to cuffin'
[Verse 6: Kenzo Balla]
I'm still outside, movin' tact' with my switch
And as soon as they lack, I'ma blitz
Hop out, throw five, six shots, don't miss
I was mackin', but they got me back on my sh*t
On the 5, I be packin' the 5th
If a opp runnin' up, that's an opp off the list
Big .45, and the beam got a kick
And my 'ooters ready to pack if it's lit
Friday the 13th, masked up like Jason
If he runnin', n*gga, I'ma chase 'em
Put the chop to his head and erase 'em, Face Shot Gang, we gon' give him a face lift
I ain't f*ckin' that b*tch, she basic
65DOA, that's gang sh*t
We tryna leave a n*gga on the pavement
GTA V, yeah, we gon' leave 'em wasted
I could do hits out a car, off a scooter
Or Run-down-gang, they know how I maneuver
I'm outside, with my 'ooters
One wrong move, then he boom you
Keep a .9, or a Ruger
Shots fired, if I spot 'em in that Uber
Blitz him, hit him right in his madula
Kenzo Balla, the top 3 'ooters
Come and shake it, let's get active
She throwin' it at me, I'ma catch it
In the telly, I'm breakin' her back in
f*cked up her spine, got her screamin' and scratchin'
Come here, let me grab it
She throwin' it back, act bad, she spazzin'
Any n*gga test me, but I clapped 'em
Tr-Treat a n*gga like lunch, I'ma pack 'em
Head shot, that's collateral damage
Pick 'em up, he need more than a band-aid
Don't got the knock, I slice 'em like a sandwich
Or a thot got the drop, then we takin' advantage
I ain't lackin' I'm totin' the cannon
I'ma start throwin' bullets, Eli Manning
Leave a dumb n*gga right where he standin'
Put that on bro, I ain't givin' no chances
[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
Ahh
Grrah
Grrah-grrah boom
Every opp shot
Ahh, ahh
What the f*ck
Like what
Grrah
Ahh