lirik lagu black-ops(ft.bugszy citglo,datboy keiston) remix – lil tecca
[intro: lil tecca]
bop, bop!
bop! (menoh!)
bop, bop, bop, bop!
yeah, yeah
ah, yeah
[chorus: lil tecca]
i’m playin’ soccer n*gga, gotta kick it
run up the racks, n*gga got the digits
i got the glock or i got the smith ‘n
that b*tch, she a thot, she is not my woman
she like how i taste, yeah, she like to l!ck it
they say i’ma make it, they say that i’m destined
i been takin’ these n*gga’s b*tches since i was seven
i just want a fanta, go to 7/11
if i see an opp, send that boy to heaven
i grew up on springfield on the dead end
i see two opps then i blend in
if he try to diss me, i fan him
i got that green slime like ben 10
that choppa go boom*boom*boom like ginseng
b*tch, i got trap rap and i can’t sing
i need me an asian b*tch, call her ling*ling
[post*chorus: lil tecca]
she want my heart, she don’t want the wock’
she givin’ me neck, i don’t gotta talk
bought a brand new tesla, i don’t gotta park
i’m teaching these n*gga’s like i got the chalk
b*tch, i’m a dog, yeah, i gotta bark
i’m from new york, i don’t milly rock
she suck on the gang, n*gga, if she want
she gon’ let me f*ck, n*gga, i don’t want
[verse 1: lil tecca]
n*gga, he be flexin’ ’bout a band but i got ten
i stay with the gang, p*ssy n*gga, i don’t got friends
i got family, p*ssy n*gga, i don’t got fans
that hollow hit him in his f*ckin’ ribs, make that n*gga dance
[chorus: lil tecca]
i’m playin’ soccer n*gga, gotta kick it
run up the racks, n*gga got the digits
i got the glock or i got the smith ‘n
that b*tch, she a thot, she is not my woman
she like how i taste, yeah, she like to l!ck it
they say i’ma make it, they say that i’m destined
i been takin’ these n*gga’s b*tches since i was seven
i just want a fanta, go to 7/11
if i see an opp, send that boy to heaven
i grew up on springfield on the dead end
i see two opps then i blend in
if he try to diss me, i fan him
i got that green slime like ben 10
that choppa go boom*boom*boom like ginseng
b*tch, i got trap rap and i can’t sing
i need me an asian b*tch, call her ling*ling
[post*chorus: lil tecca]
she want my heart, she don’t want the wock’
she givin’ me neck, i don’t gotta talk
bought a brand new tesla, i don’t gotta park
i’m teaching these n*gga’s like i got the chalk
b*tch, i’m a dog, yeah, i gotta bark
i’m from new york, i don’t milly rock
she suck on the gang, n*gga, if she want
she gon’ let me f*ck, n*gga, i don’t want
[verse 2: bugszy citglo]
i’m with tecca and we totin’ the tec
big gl!ck, hit an opp in his neck
i’m throwin’ bullets like i play for the jets
thick b*tch used to givin’ me neck
chopsticks, then i cash in a check
big mac, hit an opp in his neck
we asked to put his ass on a shirt
’cause he was talkin’ down on the set
my n*gga’s slime, snakes, slizzin’
shootin’ sh*t like i play for the clippers
i want money, i got some money
gas too big, i do it, no clifford
he was talkin’ hot on the net
told that opp, that boy was missin’
big guns like a n*gga in black ops
b*tch, i keep me a missile
(psh, psh, psh, psh)
hollows rippin’ through his tissue
(psh, psh, psh, psh)
break a n*gga like a crystal
(psh, psh, psh, psh)
now your family miss you
slow down bro, that’s the opps
cook ’em like a mcgriddle
[verse 3:datboy keiston)
tecca go ahead and get em
aye i put my d*ck in his sister
i rock with the tommy hilfigers
i told you u don’t f*ck wit these n*ggas
man these n*ggas so lame they wanna play my game
they claiming that they gang but don’t know how to bang
b*tch yeah i’m gon do my thing, yeah i’m gon do my thing
b*tch i had another dream just like martin luther king
pull up on the f*ckin scene, got a 40. wit a mother f*ckin red beam
that lil n*gga wanna go i shoot em in the knees
i’m gonna let my choppa go i wanna hear em sing
they talk that sh*t then red is all their gonna see
i got his girl suckin all on my d
(datboy keiston)
gang gang gang gang
skrt, boom
[chorus: lil tecca]
i’m playin’ soccer n*gga, gotta kick it
run up the racks, n*gga got the digits
i got the glock or i got the smith ‘n
that b*tch, she a thot, she is not my woman
she like how i taste, yeah, she like to l!ck it
they say i’ma make it, they say that i’m destined
i been takin’ these n*gga’s b*tches since i was seven
i just want a fanta, go to 7/11
if i see an opp, send that boy to heaven
i grew up on springfield on the dead end
i see two opps then i blend in
if he try to diss me, i fan him
i got that green slime like ben 10
that choppa go boom*boom*boom like ginseng
b*tch, i got trap rap and i can’t sing
i need me an asian b*tch, call her ling*ling
[post*chorus: lil tecca]
she want my heart, she don’t want the wock’
she givin’ me neck, i don’t gotta talk
bought a brand new tesla, i don’t gotta park
i’m teaching these n*gga’s like i got the chalk
b*tch, i’m a dog, yeah, i gotta bark
i’m from new york, i don’t milly rock
she suck on the gang, n*gga, if she want
she gon’ let me f*ck, n*gga, i don’t want
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