Fuck The Ops

These niggas be fake, gotta watch them I’m hot, so I know they plotting Go broke,have lil bro rob them That Nina my problem solver Man down, no shells, revolver At the top, but I gotta go harder I like my lean a lil darker Bullet holes, same size as miss Parker My squad they stay on dummy Get back if you ain’t gettin’ no money YSL got me straight stuntin I’m strapped, you tweaked, I’m upping Cash out, make it back, it’s nothing Red spots on his face, no blushing These guns, they burning like Usher My shooters gonna scorch to bust them

Put a drum in a nickel Shootas on point, and they aiming official Blowing that tech like a ref with a whistle My niggas they thirsty don't pick up your dribble Want war we got missiles Squad so hungry they eating a grissle Bitch I'm the shit, I'm allergic to tissue We savage, not civil Get money no issue Only the family cause niggas ain't with you Feeling myself,cause I copped a new pistol Aiki gon' blow, Rex toting on the low Bottle lens for the scope Guns cocked for a roach Take 'em down for the coke Remy got it in his coat Pound and lean, roll the dope These niggas don't tote Yall niggas won't blow 400 for da goat Broke niggas do the most Stacking bread by the loaf Burning trees by da O Try to swim, and get soaked