StanWill, TrDee - BLACK OPS lyrics

Yeah
I be smoking all the opps like, yeah, okay
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
That's a what? yeah

I be smoking all the opps like Blacks
But this ain't Call of Duty
Pull up on yo baby flashing racks
I got her tossing booty
Toss a couple racks to Hutchy Hutch
I got him tossing jewelry
Bet I be done fixed a nigga shit
You know I brought the tooly
Rushing to the pape' with sticks
On me like I'm Spetsnaz
First class Delta for every time
A nigga left class
Goose off Amiri, I'm fly as fuck
I might get jet lag it's a dirty game
The way I play might leave the ref mad
Bitch, you know I'm somewhere getting money


I don't feel like hating
I got BINs floating 'round my mind, bitch
I feel like Mason 'RTs, Trackhawks
And Scats when we feel like racing
Cut into yo bitch like, "Give me head
I don't feel like caking"
Gang'll turn yo hood to Nuketown
Popping out with rifles
Benjis busting out the 'Miri pockets
Looking like the Bible
Locked the back door 'cause you know
Snakes slither ride beside you oT like
"Where the giffies at? I'm
Tryna swipe the aisle"

He ain't never shot a gun
The only time was on COD
Still balling, Michael Jordan and a 45
Gave me demon head while I was driving
Had to ghost ride
Told her I'ma fuck her and her
Friend 'cause they both fine
Heard he sending shots, we not worried
He like Westbrook
Still getting to it if I only had a left foot
Dog Shit Militia
Pockets stuffed with a textbook
Bad lil' bitch
Only right that she get whooped
Me and gang ball like the Big 3
I'ma keep shitting on these
Niggas till I'm sixty
What you know 'bout them
Cold nights? Stomach empty
He was talking all that grown
Shit but was kidding
Heard you be hanging with a rat, Michelangelo
When I give it to 'em
Sneaky links don't wanna keep it low
You ain't never even shot yo gun
What you get it for? We've been winning
It got to the point that I forgot the score

Shit, fuck, bitch yeah, bitch think I'm a
Yeah, huh, okay bitch think I'm a yeah

Bitch think I'm a zombie
All I want is brain from these hoes
Go and ask Neiman's what the fuck
I paid for these clothes
Hunnid in a bop, slide out
Leave his ass with eighty holes
Slide with Wonder Weapons, up this bitch
It might erase yo soul
Blew five on this presidential suite
I'm JF Kennedy
How you think you gang-gang and
You don't hate my enemies?
I be talking pape'
That talking down shit ain't offending me
Strictly gang members, if you ain't that
You ain't a friend of me

We'll slide down and turn his
Block into a Zombie map
I ain't wanna listen to yo song
'cause I know it was cap
You ain't even cute
I only fucked 'cause yo booty was fat
Dawg couldn't fight so he went out
And got him a strap
Fuck the opposition, they can't fuck with D$M
Sent a couple shots
Bullets made him do the Lil Kim
Every day bitches show me why
I cannot love them used to talk down
It's just crazy we above them

Turn his block to Kino der
I'm toting on the biggest weapon
Mike Amiris off B22s
I'm getting bitches naked
'RT'd and did the damn dash
I done missed my exit
Made a couple hunnid out the kitchen
Unky wrist impressive
Got a Demon and a Hellcat, bitch
I'm hellbound
I'll have my dawgs fire on you
They my hellhounds
Bust the ear drums in my nostrils
Cookies smell loud shot the fuck back up for
Every time I fell down

Me and gang pocket full of prezis
Mob of the Dead
I don't even care what you heard
Tell me what you said
You think she gon' let you fuck
And you ain't got no bread?
I don't shit but get money
And go straight to bed
You don't do shit but dick
Suck like a porn star left 'em in the past
They ain't think that I was going far
She don't like when I drive the
Scatty like a stolen car
They gon' think I'm Scream if I catch
An opp out at the bar