King 3K Baby - BonFire (Ops/ Ops Family Diss) lyrics

[King 3K Baby - BonFire Ops/ Ops Family Diss lyrics]

Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up
Everything is dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up
(Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
(Grrt, baow, baow) try to duck, got a beam
On the scope, thats tough, like
He ain't goin' nowhere
I'm shootin' wherever he run
(Where you goin'? Grrt, baow, baow)
I'm a GBG baby, so, bitch
I'ma click till it's done
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run
I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies)
Outside, no security, bitch
It's just me and my gun
(It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of Philadephia and I'm
Still outside makin' 'em run
(Don't run, bitch I do what I want)

I gotta keep it thorough, I ain't one of them
Y'all niggas dick ride
Go get back for the nigga
You call your friend
Cut that fake shit, all pretend, if I miss
I spin again spin again, spin again
And I might just hit his (Shh)
How many niggas you know is ready to
Spin when it's time for the drama?
(For the drama)
I'm lettin' off every shot in this clip
I put that shit on my mama
(Grrt, grrt, grrah, grrt)
The homies told me, "Chill out
" bag on his head so he dyin' proper
(Rest in piss, prof')
We might've mixed it up with Fentanyl
Somebody go call him a doctor (A doctor)
Them Double Ms just to work
(Just to work) , first nigga run up
Get hit with that (Baby)
And you know I ain't missin' that
Got a beam on my head with a fit to match
Pussy niggas be all for the chitty-chat
(The chitty-chat)
I'ma run down on boy, knock his fitted cap
(Knock his fitted cap)
Can't say no to the poles and I'm
Gon' beat him down with a bat
I put an opp in a wheelchair
Give me like an hour, i'm leavin' him flat
(Ha ha haha)
I got a custom boot with your face on it
Now he off the map (Rrr)

Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up
Everything is dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up
(Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
(Grrt, baow, baow) try to duck, got a beam
On the scope, thats tough, like
He ain't goin' nowhere
I'm shootin' wherever he run
(Where you goin'? Grrt, baow, baow)
I'm a GBG baby, so, bitch
I'ma click till it's done
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run
I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies)
Outside, no security, bitch
It's just me and my gun
(It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York and
I'm still outside makin' 'em run
(Don't run, bitch I do what I want)

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