ALL MY OPS GO BROKE

Ah (Not at the table, Carlos) haha

Traphouse hot, water whippin', big chop
Do the vision, don't stop, see the vision
You not i'm that nigga, uh
Bitch, I'm nine figures
Uh, hah, y'all ain't killers, nah, nah
None y'all realest, uh, we the realest, uh
Uh, uh, uh, police parked outside
But we don't wait outside, don't want beef
Be glad you alive
Got bro, bro with the, cut my ties
All of my ops go broke, or die
Love when they run, but the trap got the hide
Post for the, Joey caught 'em with fire
It is traphouse dope fiends selling they ties
Traphouse dope fiends barely survive
I thought you was dope, but I seen you a lie
Business owner, don't have a tie
All of my ops go broke, or die

All of my ops go broke, or die
All of my ops go broke, or die
All of my ops go broke, or die
All of my ops go broke, or die