LNS Masu, El Escobario - Black.Ops Lyrics

My right hand man got that glock
It's a mop, on the left, in my trues
Got a 22 shot and we pullin on your block
With the chops, and we cock that bitch hold 30 fuckin shots
Lil nigga you an opp
Keep on talkin to the cops
We take some dreads right off your top
Mama askin me to stop
But you know I cannot stop
Sippin fanta with the wock
Now I really need some top
Bad bitch right on my cock
I drop a xanny in my pop
I drop a perky in my pop
Now I'm feelin like a god
Talkin shit you might get stomped
Ya my chain it got the rocks
She said my new song fuckin rock
I just really want the top
Ain't no babies
All these bitches be some opps
All these bitches be some thots
All these bitches be some eaters me and Birdy in the bimmer
Know we totin on the heater
Dirty sprite right out the liter
Your bitch meet on the weekend
Took some acid now I'm peakin
Took them pills and now I'm geekin
Fuck with me we get to tweakin
My niggas steady scheming
Diamonds on me and they blingin
Dirty stick I have em singing
Yellow tip cuz they be stingin
Because they be wingin
Touch my bread I'll leave you leakin
I ain't scared of no nigga
And I got my pole nigga
I'm a fuckin felon nigga
I don't fuck with tellin niggas
Of course they don't believe in me
I gotta make em all see
Pablo he ain't with the beef
Keep that shit up in the streets
You come at me I'm blowin heat
I'm sick of niggas owein me
I'm sick of niggas lyin
I might resort to violence
Nigga why you like that?
Nigga why you try that?
You think that I won't fight back
You must know know me like that
Ya you must not know my crime past
But I steady count stacks
Balmains hang off my ass
Pullin up I got the good gas
What you need I got the good pack
Snitch ass niggas we don't like that
Snitch ass niggas catch the big gat
Aerate you like we cut grass
Lots of holes up in your whole back
Versace up on my bag
Louis V you know I like that
Gucci kicks ya I might buy that
Just to stomp you make your brain splat
Lil Pablo make a comeback
Shoutout Fendi in the whole trap aye
Gang gang gang
Ya I'm bound to catch a homi
And I fuck her in the face
All these bitches sweet talkin
So I kick her out the place
Ya I'm bound to catch a body
I might have to do the race
Savage niggas LNS
EBG ya we the gang
Ya I pull up with my pole
I run it up just like a race
And I rock a Fouis belt
Like my name is Juju bitch
Like KD ballin for a 8th
If you sneak diss you get stained
Chopper bullets rip you up
So I run up out the place
Xanax bars up in the drink
And I'm smokin on the stink
You ain't seen me in a blink
I'm the hottest in the rink
Ya she bad she finna wink
So I put it in the pink
Never put it the stink
Niggas out here hit a lick
So I'm turnt up off the scottie
Ya I feel like I'm Yo Gotti
See my belt ya its so gotti
Ferragamo and the Gucci
Fendi and the fuckin Louis
Prada rockin never Fouis
Chips Ahoy this beat is chewy
Spittin bars like I'm in juvy
And I'm finna rip the clip
Got yo bitch all on my dick
Shoot at me and you gon' miss
On your grave ya imma piss
Smokin gas I smoke my spliff
Fuck her once and then I flip
Send her home get left on read
Temporary on my bread
Flexin up reload the gat
And you know Im smokin pack
I don't ever roll of flats
Locked my cousin up for that
Always fiendin for the sack
When I rap I make it slap
Bitch she bad she throw it back
Look no hands but she can clap, aye

My right hand man got that glock
It's a mop, on the left, in my trues
Got a 22 shot and we pullin on your block
With the chops, and we cock that bitch hold 30 fuckin shots
Lil nigga you an opp
Keep on talkin to the cops
We take some dreads right off your top
Mama askin me to stop
But you know I cannot stop
Sippin fanta with the wock
Now I really need some top
Bad bitch right on my cock
I drop a xanny in my pop
I drop a perky in my pop
Now I'm feelin like a god
Talkin shit you might get stomped
Ya my chain it got the rocks
She said my new song fuckin rock
I just really want the top
Ain't no babies
All these bitches be some opps
All these bitches be some thots
All these bitches be some eaters me and Birdy in the bimmer
Know we totin on the heater
Dirty sprite right out the liter
Your bitch meet on the weekend
Took some acid now I'm peakin
Took them pills and now I'm geekin
Fuck with me we get to tweakin
My niggas steady scheming
Diamonds on me and they blingin
Dirty stick I have em singing
Yellow tip cuz they be stingin
Because they be wingin
Touch my bread I'll leave you leakin
I ain't scared of no nigga
And I got my pole nigga
I'm a fuckin felon nigga
I don't fuck with tellin niggas
Of course they don't believe in me
I gotta make em all see
Pablo he ain't with the beef
Keep that shit up in the streets
You come at me I'm blowin heat
I'm sick of niggas owein me
I'm sick of niggas lyin
I might resort to violence
Nigga why you like that?
Nigga why you try that?
You think that I won't fight back
You must know know me like that
Ya you must not know my crime past
But I steady count stacks
Balmains hang off my ass
Pullin up I got the good gas
What you need I got the good pack
Snitch ass niggas we don't like that
Snitch ass niggas catch the big gat
Aerate you like we cut grass
Lots of holes up in your whole back
Versace up on my bag
Louis V you know I like that
Gucci kicks ya I might buy that
Just to stomp you make your brain splat
Lil Pablo make a comeback
Shoutout Fendi in the whole trap aye
Gang gang gang
Ya I'm bound to catch a homi
And I fuck her in the face
All these bitches sweet talkin
So I kick her out the place
Ya I'm bound to catch a body
I might have to do the race
Savage niggas LNS
EBG ya we the gang
Ya I pull up with my pole
I run it up just like a race
And I rock a Fouis belt
Like my name is Juju bitch
Like KD ballin for a 8th
If you sneak diss you get stained
Chopper bullets rip you up
So I run up out the place
Xanax bars up in the drink
And I'm smokin on the stink
You ain't seen me in a blink
I'm the hottest in the rink
Ya she bad she finna wink
So I put it in the pink
Never put it the stink
Niggas out here hit a lick
So I'm turnt up off the scottie
Ya I feel like I'm Yo Gotti
See my belt ya its so gotti
Ferragamo and the Gucci
Fendi and the fuckin Louis
Prada rockin never Fouis
Chips Ahoy this beat is chewy
Spittin bars like I'm in juvy
And I'm finna rip the clip
Got yo bitch all on my dick
Shoot at me and you gon' miss
On your grave ya imma piss
Smokin gas I smoke my spliff
Fuck her once and then I flip
Send her home get left on read
Temporary on my bread
Flexin up reload the gat
And you know Im smokin pack
I don't ever roll of flats
Locked my cousin up for that
Always fiendin for the sack
When I rap I make it slap
Bitch she bad she throw it back
Look no hands but she can clap, aye