Bobby Blaake, Lil Heat, Lé Rose, Frosty, Reaper - Black Ops 5 Lyrics

Oh, la la (woo, woo, sheeesh)
Oh, la la la (woo, woo)
Oh, la la la
Oh, la la la (shlatt)
Oh, la la la (shlatt)
Oh, la la la
Oh, la la la (woo, woo)
La la
Oh, la la la (woo, woo)
Oh, la la la
Oh, la la la (sheeesh)
Oh, la la la (shlatt, shlatt)
Oh, la la la (woo, woo, woo)
Oh, la la la
Oh, la la la
Yea, I don't care if he's guilty
I'm taking charge of these niggas, I'm doing them filthy
I'm doing them filthy
Big Jeep I'm a bully
Woo walk in a jet, uh
They gon do what I say, uh
I'm moving real big, uh
I cannot get caught, nah
I aim for the neck up, my shooters don't play, nah
They know I don't play, nah
Dreadheads shoot up at night, uh
They letting it spray, uh
They shooting the block up
Yea, I don't care if he's guilty (I don't care if he guilty)
I'm taking charge of these niggas, I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
Big Jeep I'm a bully (big Jeep I'm a bully)
Woo walk in a jet, uh (yea, yea)
They gon do what I say, uh (yea)
Big body, Ray Charles, like a matador (grrr)
Fucking that bitch so hard you'd think I'm mad at her (grrr)
Feel like Pippen, they can't sleep when I drive the bus (blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
Pimping these hoes like I'm Slick Back the savior
Many men boutta slide through with the choppa (blrrdd)
Put the K on the collar, I'll merk you like chata (b-blrrdd)
Baka roll passed ya, voodoo the master, roll down the window, you pray that we greet ya (blaow)
Got some oppositions caught in the trap (huh-huh)
Wrote to this shit rocking some Bizzy Banks (yea, yea)
I played them dirty, just call me Tom Hanks
Body that nigga like I'm Larry Nance (grrr)
I'm saving the drop while you flip on the gram
Dababy the triller, we fly to Barbados
Stuffing my bag, I be chirping them pesos
Anthem the root, B30 the label
(Blrrdd, blrrdd)
Cant hang with the gang, what you bring to the table, you dead in the pool, but the boxes like cable?
Play with the woo, a mistake, this shit can get fatal
Pulled out the one-way drive backwards like mater
Champ in the deep end, big frosty a gator
Start up the engine tell boo "see you later", get killed with the finger like I'm a dictator
Chasing the piece, it's deeper than paper
Bullets red tracers, light saber, like Vader (the force)
All this for kush, give a fuck 'bout the greater, lil Sean out the back like the Raiders, uh
Thirty ass choppa, fried you like a tater
Serving for tips like I work as a waiter
Shots to your house, like they getting catered
You not home then I'm coming back later (I'm coming back later)
I don't care if he's guilty (I don't care if he's guilty)
I'm taking charge of these niggas, I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
Big Jeep I'm a bully (bully, yea)
Woo walk in a jet, uh
They gon do what I say, uh (say, say)
I'm moving real big, uh (ahhh)
I cannot get caught, nah (grrr-grrr)
I aim for the neck up, (neck tie) my shooters don't play, nah (no, blrrdd)
They know I don't play, nah (blrrdd)
Dreadheads shoot up at night, uh (at night)
They letting it spray, uh (yea, yea)
They shooting the block up (blrrdd)
When I seen that nigga, I swear to God that I really looked him in his eyes
Then I told that nigga, "I think today is really the perfect day for you to die"
He ain't face all his demons, but I'm the last demon he seen before he shut his eyes
5-6-7 bitches, ain't no fear in the Ashton Martin and they ready to ride
And they tell me it's, all for me, everyday, even though they still see me cheat and lie
You can spot all my hoes and my thots, cause they shaped a certain way in their hips and their thighs
Star (star), cowboy (cowboy), you gon hear me and my boys
I play with real shit and y'all play with toys
I play with that shit that be making noise
Big gang, I'm a samurai
40 cal, bet you grin to die
Smoke a purp, I'll be in the sky
New chain and the tek in
Take them ops out the section
GDK, what I'm reppin'
Loubs on, I'll be steppin' (blrrdd)
Foreign plug, send 'em weapons
Kill an op, send a message (blaow, blaow)
Stackin' money, I be flexing
Getting to it, I'm finessing
Mind of reaper, I'm so deadly (grrr)
Slide through with the lesson (grrr)
Doo-doo doo-doo, Smith n' Wesson
Designer on I be settin', ay
Fake crips I be checking, ay
Tax money I'm collecting, blrrdd (blaow)
I don't care if he's guilty (guilty)
I'm taking charge of these niggas, I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
Big Jeep I'm a bully (grrr-grrr)
Woo walk in a jet, uh (yea-yea)
They gon do what I say, uh (gon do what I say)
I'm moving real big, uh (I'm moving real big)
I cannot get caught, nah (I cannot get caught)
I aim for the neck up, (I aim for the neck) my shooters don't play, nah (my shooters don't play)
They know I don't play, nah (they know I don't play)
Dreadheads shoot up at night, uh (blrrdd, blrrdd)
They letting it spray, uh
They shooting the block up
(Blrrdd)

Oh, la la (woo, woo, sheeesh)
Oh, la la la (woo, woo)
Oh, la la la
Oh, la la la (shlatt)
Oh, la la la (shlatt)
Oh, la la la
Oh, la la la (woo, woo)
La la
Oh, la la la (woo, woo)
Oh, la la la
Oh, la la la (sheeesh)
Oh, la la la (shlatt, shlatt)
Oh, la la la (woo, woo, woo)
Oh, la la la
Oh, la la la
Yea, I don't care if he's guilty
I'm taking charge of these niggas, I'm doing them filthy
I'm doing them filthy
Big Jeep I'm a bully
Woo walk in a jet, uh
They gon do what I say, uh
I'm moving real big, uh
I cannot get caught, nah
I aim for the neck up, my shooters don't play, nah
They know I don't play, nah
Dreadheads shoot up at night, uh
They letting it spray, uh
They shooting the block up
Yea, I don't care if he's guilty (I don't care if he guilty)
I'm taking charge of these niggas, I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
Big Jeep I'm a bully (big Jeep I'm a bully)
Woo walk in a jet, uh (yea, yea)
They gon do what I say, uh (yea)
Big body, Ray Charles, like a matador (grrr)
Fucking that bitch so hard you'd think I'm mad at her (grrr)
Feel like Pippen, they can't sleep when I drive the bus (blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
Pimping these hoes like I'm Slick Back the savior
Many men boutta slide through with the choppa (blrrdd)
Put the K on the collar, I'll merk you like chata (b-blrrdd)
Baka roll passed ya, voodoo the master, roll down the window, you pray that we greet ya (blaow)
Got some oppositions caught in the trap (huh-huh)
Wrote to this shit rocking some Bizzy Banks (yea, yea)
I played them dirty, just call me Tom Hanks
Body that nigga like I'm Larry Nance (grrr)
I'm saving the drop while you flip on the gram
Dababy the triller, we fly to Barbados
Stuffing my bag, I be chirping them pesos
Anthem the root, B30 the label
(Blrrdd, blrrdd)
Cant hang with the gang, what you bring to the table, you dead in the pool, but the boxes like cable?
Play with the woo, a mistake, this shit can get fatal
Pulled out the one-way drive backwards like mater
Champ in the deep end, big frosty a gator
Start up the engine tell boo "see you later", get killed with the finger like I'm a dictator
Chasing the piece, it's deeper than paper
Bullets red tracers, light saber, like Vader (the force)
All this for kush, give a fuck 'bout the greater, lil Sean out the back like the Raiders, uh
Thirty ass choppa, fried you like a tater
Serving for tips like I work as a waiter
Shots to your house, like they getting catered
You not home then I'm coming back later (I'm coming back later)
I don't care if he's guilty (I don't care if he's guilty)
I'm taking charge of these niggas, I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
Big Jeep I'm a bully (bully, yea)
Woo walk in a jet, uh
They gon do what I say, uh (say, say)
I'm moving real big, uh (ahhh)
I cannot get caught, nah (grrr-grrr)
I aim for the neck up, (neck tie) my shooters don't play, nah (no, blrrdd)
They know I don't play, nah (blrrdd)
Dreadheads shoot up at night, uh (at night)
They letting it spray, uh (yea, yea)
They shooting the block up (blrrdd)
When I seen that nigga, I swear to God that I really looked him in his eyes
Then I told that nigga, "I think today is really the perfect day for you to die"
He ain't face all his demons, but I'm the last demon he seen before he shut his eyes
5-6-7 bitches, ain't no fear in the Ashton Martin and they ready to ride
And they tell me it's, all for me, everyday, even though they still see me cheat and lie
You can spot all my hoes and my thots, cause they shaped a certain way in their hips and their thighs
Star (star), cowboy (cowboy), you gon hear me and my boys
I play with real shit and y'all play with toys
I play with that shit that be making noise
Big gang, I'm a samurai
40 cal, bet you grin to die
Smoke a purp, I'll be in the sky
New chain and the tek in
Take them ops out the section
GDK, what I'm reppin'
Loubs on, I'll be steppin' (blrrdd)
Foreign plug, send 'em weapons
Kill an op, send a message (blaow, blaow)
Stackin' money, I be flexing
Getting to it, I'm finessing
Mind of reaper, I'm so deadly (grrr)
Slide through with the lesson (grrr)
Doo-doo doo-doo, Smith n' Wesson
Designer on I be settin', ay
Fake crips I be checking, ay
Tax money I'm collecting, blrrdd (blaow)
I don't care if he's guilty (guilty)
I'm taking charge of these niggas, I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
I'm doing them filthy (I'm doing them filthy)
Big Jeep I'm a bully (grrr-grrr)
Woo walk in a jet, uh (yea-yea)
They gon do what I say, uh (gon do what I say)
I'm moving real big, uh (I'm moving real big)
I cannot get caught, nah (I cannot get caught)
I aim for the neck up, (I aim for the neck) my shooters don't play, nah (my shooters don't play)
They know I don't play, nah (they know I don't play)
Dreadheads shoot up at night, uh (blrrdd, blrrdd)
They letting it spray, uh
They shooting the block up
(Blrrdd)