Dead Ops ft. Bigg Bo Lyrics

Damn, Gwala, you mix the hell out of this

Fuck you, fuck you

G 4 G, G 4 G 4 L, G 4 G 4 L

Send you to hell if you reach for my necklace ,

F n tucked, F n tucked in my jeans

Send' you to hell you reached for my necklace

Reach' for my F n,

Junkies keep comin', they know that I'm a blessin

Pull up, in spots and I'm lettin' it hit

Too much, too much money, I'm makin' it stick

Nigga mad about the ho should've hit

Ghost Glock 9s, AP, my shit different

Von Dutch with the G-Star, I'm a different nigga

Bags on they head, all you see is red dots

One up everywhere I go, all you see is them dead opps

Niggas ain't steppin', they ain't put up a fight

Put up that bag, they gon' take your life

And niggas ain't thinkin' twice

Eye for a eye, you a sacrifice

People dies, as the day changes

I know fuck niggas with names, but still nameless

I know slut hoes that fuck for two 20's

I know dumb niggas who wife after she brained us

That's dangerous

Yeah, this is the part where I flame up

My opps mad, they just broke with no bangers

Double a tundra, we scribe off of danger

Move like mobsters, lobsters in the cages

Black shades, I feel cooler than Johnny Cage

Black trench coats with guns, I'm not Blade

But you can get cut like spades, get in the way

Shit get tighter than braids, lock with the gang

My OG stuck in the 90s, bubblin' cane

Sweat hit the pot, he say he numb in his pain

I seen the line way up the block until it changed

Power, the money, what's the root of all things

I'm with whatever it brings, we posted up in the rain

I don't want a quarter short, man, I need all of my chains

Play pussy, get fucked, and I'm the one that's gon' bang

Nigga, hey, niggas ain't shit, so fuck em, I stay away

Fade away like MJ, let me play

Bet on me every day, every time

My shit hit every word, every line

Miyagi, bitch

Effin' tucked in my jeans

Send' you to hell you reach for my necklace

Reach for my necklace, I reach for my F n

Junkies keep comin', they know that I'm a blessin

Pull up, in spots and I'm lettin it hit'

Too much, too much money, I'm makin' it stick

Nigga mad about the ho should've hit

Ghost Glock 9s, AP, my shit different

Von Dutch with the G-Star, I'm a different nigga

Bags on they head, all you see is red dots

One up, everywhere I go, all you see is them dead ops

Niggas ain't steppin', they ain't put up a fight

Put up that bag, they gon' take your life

And niggas ain't thinkin' twice

Eye for a eye, you a sacrifice