BLACK OPPS

Patavious Isom

(Hitkidd, what it do, man?) There come a time in a man life
We have to be violent, real violent
Hahaha
What the fuck?

Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (Where you from, bitch?)
How the fuck you goin' to war with a don?
Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb
Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam
Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from?
How the fuck you goin' to war with a don?
Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb
Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam

Fuckin' with a shit get scary
.40 with a dick, pop a pussy nigga cherry
Made Men Mafia, a gangster military
Fuck one body, kill 'em all, very necessary
Nah, I ain't fuckin' 'round, hater, rest in peace (what?)
Fuck nigga talkin', "Wow," hit 'em with the heat
Chasin' clout, talkin' loud, sound like the police (police)
Fuck your man, gloaw-glaow, hit they block for weeks (hit they block for weeks)
Shit can get real sinister
You thought I won't remember ya
Send you pussy niggas a lil' gift, I will December ya
Got some brothers claimin' what you rep, they is not feelin' ya'
They be talkin' 'bout killin' ya (killin' ya)
Smoke you like some Indica (what the fuck?)

Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (Where you from, bitch?)
How the fuck you goin' to war with a don?
Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb
Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam
Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from?
How the fuck you goin' to war with a don?
Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb
Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam

Uh, point out these haters, we get out the bomb
Servin' that sack and my lil' nigga got him a strap
So big it'll take off your arm
Big Moochie Grape, bitch, you know I'm the don (Big Moochie)
Left wrist still one-of-one, uh
Young nigga shinin' hot just like the sun
One-twenty just for my son
Back home, they treat me like God in the slums (uh-huh)
Having some fun with these funds (bricks)
My lil' nigga seventeen, got him a gun (seventeen)
And he ain't goin' for nothin' (nothin')
I'm the young nigga, turn nothing to somethin' (uh-huh)
Youngest OG, bitch, I'm pushin' the buttons (pushin' the buttons)
Every piece on the young nigga be flooded (ice)
See me an opp bare-handed, we flush 'em
Flooded with rats, yeah, real nigga carry a MAC, yeah
762 out the 'Cat, yeah, hit his ass up then we scratch, yeah
Black Op, but you can't get 'em back, yeah
And all these nigga be cap, yeah
I put the racks straight on your cap, yeah
They take your ass right off the map

Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (Where you from, bitch?)
How the fuck you goin' to war with a don?
Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb
Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam
Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from?
How the fuck you goin' to war with a don?
Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb
Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam

What the fuck?
Ayy-ayy, bitch
Yeah-yeah-yeah, ho
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch?
Grr-rr-rr-rr

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