Black Ops (Original) lyrics

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

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Grrah
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
An-And it's everything dead (Like what?)
He-He only tough on the net (Grrah, graah, graah)
Like, yo Jenn, I'm tryna bend
Fu-f*ck a thirty, I popped me a Yellow (Yellow)
.10-.10 jam, he get beat with the metal (Metal)
No leggies, he rippin' his hеad off (Head off)
Off-Off the lean, I can't see likе Hel' Keller (Keller)
Heard that n*gga keep smokin' my dead (Graah)
I'm on they block, I got one in the head

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
Graah
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?" (Damn, pow, pow, damn, damn, ahh)
If he talkin' on 4's then we take 'em off feet
[Verse 3: TaTa]
Charlie, Yellow, Dotty, like (Dotty)
So many opps inna spliff (They not comin’ back)
All them boys movin’ funny in the whip
Ion care ‘cause it’s Carter shootin’ through the tints
And I know an opp who died on a train
No, I won’t say his name but I’ll give you a hint
That little dummy got poked, he was 14 (Notti, Notti)
I’m smokin’ that n*gga, I’m high as a blimp (Notti)
Like, lil’ Noah got beat to the floor
Too many opp n*ggas not comin’ back
Spin’ through the Mitch, I’m lookin’ for this b*tch
On my deads, I'ma milk on Winter Da Brat (Suck my di*k)
n*gga last name, “Everything K”, but he neva’ did nun, that n*gga a cap
And Blockwork a b*tch, he got kicked off his block
n*ggas called him a rat and he tried to go back (Pow, pow)

[Verse 4: Dee Billz]
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, or night time
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
[Verse 5: C Blu]
C Blu!
You could run, but you can't hide forever
And when we catch you, you gon' make it to heaven
Nev-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 shells 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 5, 6 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