Black Opps ft. Tr3ko Lyrics

Bitch I'm lil swerve and I'm booling

Aint got no damn Opps

Don't come outside with no damn vest

Cause we hit headshots

Pussy thought we was playing Lazer Tag

Cause he seen red dots

Red beam

Red dot

Glock automatic headshot

Bitch its lil swerve up in this bitch

If you aunt on my dick

Then bitch don't worry mind your

Business bitch

The raq is real crazy everybody

Got a Glock with a switch

Lil shorty's blowing shit

Cold murders they killing

Innocents

Aye bitch I'm the studio with tr3ko

Not solider boy but he will

Hit you all up with that Drako

We got hell of guns in here

But wont record a murder weapon

Lil swerve got no pole run up on him

Watch him learn a lesson

Like a piece of bacon i will

Fry his ass

Like polo g before I fuck I'm slapping

On that ass

Slap a scope on my AR he cant run

Imma blaze his ass

Nail his ass

Hit him up

Hollows hit his spine

He cant get up

Dark blood on the street

Yeah he leaking now

I hop out the car

Smelling like cologne and refer now

Make up 21 up in the streets

Go grab a cap and down

Switch up on my Glock

Let 50 shots sound like

100 rounds

She say swerve what you on today

Bitch I'm going to the studio

I got bread to make

Watch who you open up too

These niggas be snakes

Stomp my foot on the gas

Hard as hell I don't believe in breaks

She been of a zany she aunt been the same

I be hanging with the trappers

Yeah they got demons in his brain

Fucking with a young nigga

My shooters go insane

I know a bad bitch from the trenches

Who is down to throw that thang

My shooters keep a Kay

But we not no 4kt

I love the way she look

When she throwing up that thang

40 keep on blowing

Niggas know that I'm insane

This big ass Glock on my hip

I going to go out with a bang

Creep up on your block

Where you at

Where you post to be

Dreads long

Skin glowing

Bitch I know you notice me

He copy my every move he gay he wants

To be me got ran out of

Highschool pussy you not in the streets

Head shot on that pussy knock his dreads off

On the net he tough as hell but in real life

He playing soft his ass saw swerve

In the cut the folks Nem got lost

I'm a rich nigga baby

Baby I'm my own boss

Lil swerve come through

Every time just know that I'm

Going to shake some

Can't trust no other plug

Yeah they may try to lace him

Ok I rap but gazer gazer

We don't do freemason

Ok he fast but me too

I will chase him

She say swerve what you on today

Bitch I'm going to the studio

I got some bread too make

Watch who you open up to

These niggas be snakes

Stomp my foot on the gas hard

As hell bitch I don't believe

In breaks