Paroles de la chanson BLACK OPS par FaZe Kaysan
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Paroles de la chanson BLACK OPS par FaZe Kaysan
[Kyle Ricch, Jenn Carter]
Kaysan
Grrah
Damn YP, I know you mixed this one
It's Kosfinger, baby
[Kyle Richh]
Grrah
Two-Two sticks in my hand like a band, like
Niggas ain't opps they fans, like
Told bro, "Let's go spin through they 'jects" (Like what?)
Bitch I'm on feet and I'm looking for wreck, like
Keep a stick like I'm wit' it (.30)
.30 stay on my side like a pet, like
An-And it's everything dead (Like what?)
Kaysan
Grrah
Damn YP, I know you mixed this one
It's Kosfinger, baby
[Kyle Richh]
Grrah
Two-Two sticks in my hand like a band, like
Niggas ain't opps they fans, like
Told bro, "Let's go spin through they 'jects" (Like what?)
Bitch I'm on feet and I'm looking for wreck, like
Keep a stick like I'm wit' it (.30)
.30 stay on my side like a pet, like
An-And it's everything dead (Like what?)
He-He only tough on the net (Grrah, graah, graah)
Like, yo Jenn, I'm tryna bend
Fu-Fuck a thirty, I popped me a Yellow (Yellow)
.10-.10 jam, he get beat with the metal (Metal)
No leggies, he rippin' his head off (Head off)
Off-Off the lean, I can't see like Hel' Keller (Keller)
Heard that nigga keep smokin' my dead (Graah)
I'm on they block, I got one in the head
[Jenn Carter]
Graah
S-SV, pick up the pace (Like what?)
Like-Like what, don't leave no space (Don't leave no space)
Them niggas talkin', we see 'em (Graah-graah)
I-I told Jah don't leave no trace (Graah-graah boom)
Like, yo Jenn, I'm tryna bend
Fu-Fuck a thirty, I popped me a Yellow (Yellow)
.10-.10 jam, he get beat with the metal (Metal)
No leggies, he rippin' his head off (Head off)
Off-Off the lean, I can't see like Hel' Keller (Keller)
Heard that nigga keep smokin' my dead (Graah)
I'm on they block, I got one in the head
[Jenn Carter]
Graah
S-SV, pick up the pace (Like what?)
Like-Like what, don't leave no space (Don't leave no space)
Them niggas talkin', we see 'em (Graah-graah)
I-I told Jah don't leave no trace (Graah-graah boom)
Like, .40 gon' open his face (Like, damn)
And there's a knock in the V, we can't stop for the D's (D's, like)
Feelin' myself like I'm losin' my keys (Graah-graah)
K-KR, rock that V (Graah-graah, boom)
Like grrah, my chop is so hot when I'm leavin' the scene (It's Carter, dickhead)
Like, that boy got hit on the 13th (Like)
Bullets gon' hit 'em he thirsty (Damn)
It's this bitch on my body, and no she can't line me I came wit' a beam (Graah-graah, graah-graah, graah-graah, boom)
Got me buggin', like "Ooh, where the lean?" (Bitch)
If he talkin' on 4's then we take 'em off feet
[TaTa]
And there's a knock in the V, we can't stop for the D's (D's, like)
Feelin' myself like I'm losin' my keys (Graah-graah)
K-KR, rock that V (Graah-graah, boom)
Like grrah, my chop is so hot when I'm leavin' the scene (It's Carter, dickhead)
Like, that boy got hit on the 13th (Like)
Bullets gon' hit 'em he thirsty (Damn)
It's this bitch on my body, and no she can't line me I came wit' a beam (Graah-graah, graah-graah, graah-graah, boom)
Got me buggin', like "Ooh, where the lean?" (Bitch)
If he talkin' on 4's then we take 'em off feet
[TaTa]
If he talkin' on 4's, brodie aim at his bean
And this bitch cannot line me I came with a beam
I'm 'ootin' at niggas, I don't need a screen (Graah)
And that boy an imposter, it's not what it seems
I'm feelin' like Curry, I shoot with both hands, nigga, if I step back then it's gon' be a green
These niggas is butt, only tough when they dream
When I dump the whole clip, I bet I'll make a scene, grrah
Too many opps got to go in the spliff, for y'all to realize y'all got to get back
Bitch and I'm always smokin' somethin' new, so many opp niggas dead in this pack
You better keep you a pole if you rappin', and dissin' the dead, in your tracks
Nigga, big 41, bitch I got to move tact
And these niggas be shootin' shit only in tracks
And this bitch cannot line me I came with a beam
I'm 'ootin' at niggas, I don't need a screen (Graah)
And that boy an imposter, it's not what it seems
I'm feelin' like Curry, I shoot with both hands, nigga, if I step back then it's gon' be a green
These niggas is butt, only tough when they dream
When I dump the whole clip, I bet I'll make a scene, grrah
Too many opps got to go in the spliff, for y'all to realize y'all got to get back
Bitch and I'm always smokin' somethin' new, so many opp niggas dead in this pack
You better keep you a pole if you rappin', and dissin' the dead, in your tracks
Nigga, big 41, bitch I got to move tact
And these niggas be shootin' shit only in tracks
[Dee Billz]
Like, ayo Jenn, let's go bend
I'm tryna up it on him and his friends
Everything dead, no makin' amends
I'ma see red when I hop out the Benz
I'ma see red when I hop out the right side
Told bro we gon' spin at the right time
You know the right time, rainy, or night time
When I'm focused I feel like it's my time
Shit get spooky, Freddy Krueger
Bro got a .380 Ruger
I'm a rapper, brodie a shooter
He give out lessons, he a tutor (Grrah)
Feel like Klay, with the quickdraw
No taxi, hollows make 'em lift off
Why they act like they spinnin' my block
Makin' vids on the corner, like a cop
[C Blu]
C Blu!
You could run, but you can't hide forever
And when we catch you, you gon' make it to heaven
Nev-Never lack, he get shot through the sweater
Give a fuck 'bout the rain or the snow
My niggas on timin', we slide through whatever
Watch your gang, niggas switch like the weather
Watch your bitch, they be fuckin' whoever
And my shells got no name, yeah, I flock at whoever
And I fight, knuckle up wit' whoever
Never duckin' no smoke, I'ma mash that
Never broke, 100K I could flash that
Niggas be poppin' they bitches, I had that
Back then, Drill a shot I did it often
Walk-Down-Gang, if he trip I'mma off 'em
Bitch I'm buggin' I do it for 13
Twelve and one in the head, I tote thirteen
Rob who?, Want this chain?, better pack me
I ain't goin' for nothin'
Nig-Niggas see me, their heart start pumpin'
Throw a shot, my adrenaline rushin'
Glock got a switch, ain't no point in you runnin' (Runnin')
'Cause these bullets gon' catch you
Shells so hot, burn his skin like a tattoo
No gun in the spot, I might go with my scapel
You get close and on bro, I'mma cut you
Fuck from the back, she scream, "Daddy, I love you"
DnD on her phone when we rumpin'
Rough sex, almost pulled off her frontal
Dick in her guts, two strokes and she runnin'
Back out, just to nut on her stomach
Twelve and one in the head, I tote thirteen
Rob who?, Want this chain?, better pack me
I ain't goin' for nothin'
Nig-Niggas see me, their heart start pumpin'
Throw a shot, my adrenaline rushin'
Glock got a switch, ain't no point in you runnin' (Runnin')
'Cause these bullets gon' catch you
Shells so hot, burn his skin like a tattoo
No gun in the spot, I might go with my scapel
You get close and on bro, I'mma cut you
Fuck from the back, she scream, "Daddy, I love you"
DnD on her phone when we rumpin'
Rough sex, almost pulled off her frontal
Dick in her guts, two strokes and she runnin'
Back out, just to nut on her stomach
Don't get too attached, one night and I'll dump it
Like, bitch I'm allergic to cuffin'
[Kenzo Balla]
I'm still outside, movin' tact with my switch
And as soon as they lack, I'ma blitz
Hop out, throw 5, 6 shots, don't miss
I was mackin', but they got me back on my shit
On the 5, I be packin' the 5th
If a opp runnin' up, that's an opp off the list
Big .45, and the beam got a kick
And my 'ooters ready to pack if it's lit
Friday the 13th, masked up like Jason
If he runnin', nigga, I'ma chase 'em
Put the chop to his head and erase 'em
Face-Shot-Gang, we gon' give him a face lift
I ain't fuckin' that bitch, she basic
Like, bitch I'm allergic to cuffin'
[Kenzo Balla]
I'm still outside, movin' tact with my switch
And as soon as they lack, I'ma blitz
Hop out, throw 5, 6 shots, don't miss
I was mackin', but they got me back on my shit
On the 5, I be packin' the 5th
If a opp runnin' up, that's an opp off the list
Big .45, and the beam got a kick
And my 'ooters ready to pack if it's lit
Friday the 13th, masked up like Jason
If he runnin', nigga, I'ma chase 'em
Put the chop to his head and erase 'em
Face-Shot-Gang, we gon' give him a face lift
I ain't fuckin' that bitch, she basic
65DOA, that's gang shit
We tryna leave a nigga on the pavement
GTA V, yeah, we gon' leave 'em wasted
I could do hits out a car, off a scooter
Or Run-down-gang, they know how I maneuver
I'm outside, with my 'ooters
One wrong move, then he boom you
Keep a .9, or a Ruger
Shots fired, if I spot 'em in that Uber
Blitz him, hit him right in his madula
Kenzo Balla, the top 3 'ooters
Come and shake it, let's get active
She throwin' it at me, I'ma catch it
In the telly, I'm breakin' her back in
Fucked up her spine, got her screamin' and scratchin'
Come here, let me grab it
She throwin' it back, act bad, she spazzin'
Any nigga test me, but I clapped 'em
Tr-Treat a nigga like lunch, I'ma pack 'em
Head shot, that's a lot of real damage
Pick 'em up, he need more than a band-aid
Don't got the knock, I slice 'em like a sandwich
Or a thot got the drop, then we takin' advantage
I ain't lackin' I'm totin' the cannon
I'ma start throwin' bullets, Eli Manning
Leave a dumb nigga right where he standin'
Put that on bro, I ain't givin' no chances
[ Kenzo Balla]
Ahh
Grrah
Grrah-grrah boom
Every opp shot
Ahh, ahh
What the fuck
Like what
Grrah
Ahh
We tryna leave a nigga on the pavement
GTA V, yeah, we gon' leave 'em wasted
I could do hits out a car, off a scooter
Or Run-down-gang, they know how I maneuver
I'm outside, with my 'ooters
One wrong move, then he boom you
Keep a .9, or a Ruger
Shots fired, if I spot 'em in that Uber
Blitz him, hit him right in his madula
Kenzo Balla, the top 3 'ooters
Come and shake it, let's get active
She throwin' it at me, I'ma catch it
In the telly, I'm breakin' her back in
Fucked up her spine, got her screamin' and scratchin'
Come here, let me grab it
She throwin' it back, act bad, she spazzin'
Any nigga test me, but I clapped 'em
Tr-Treat a nigga like lunch, I'ma pack 'em
Head shot, that's a lot of real damage
Pick 'em up, he need more than a band-aid
Don't got the knock, I slice 'em like a sandwich
Or a thot got the drop, then we takin' advantage
I ain't lackin' I'm totin' the cannon
I'ma start throwin' bullets, Eli Manning
Leave a dumb nigga right where he standin'
Put that on bro, I ain't givin' no chances
[ Kenzo Balla]
Ahh
Grrah
Grrah-grrah boom
Every opp shot
Ahh, ahh
What the fuck
Like what
Grrah
Ahh
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