Dead Ops (feat. Bigg Bo)

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