Black Ops

Lyrics
[Intro] Uhm, uhm [Verse 1] I'm at the top (Top), I'm seein' over these niggas I ain't just anybody ridin' in a big body with them rolls up in it Lil' ho, I got rain, they love when I post a picture I ain't just anybody, I got these hoes, and I think I just broke the ceilin' (Ceilin', uh) No, I ain't just anybody I been on a different timin' Wake up and I get to grindin' Brush my teeth, they pearly white Get dressed and they get to bitin' Paint my face, go into hidin' Post a pic' and I'm going viral (Viral, uh) Don't think that you bitches 'bout it ('Bout it) Yeah, I could drop a bounty [Chorus] Ten K, twenty K, thirty K, better get to crouchin' Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, color red dot Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, another man shot Yeah, they call me Molly, but I ain't the one that's gettin' popped (Hell no) [Verse 2] Nah, I ain't getting rocked Down ten, steady gettin' guap Gettin' chips, need my green guap Gettin' older, got a mean mouth Sag my pants, got a lean walk Walkin', make the scene stop Like, "Hi, Molly, nice to meet ya" [Chorus] Ten K, twenty K, thirty K, better get to crouchin' Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, color red dot Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, another man shot Yeah, they call me Molly, but I ain't the one that's gettin' popped (Uh) [Verse 3] You said I'm livin' wrong, baby, I'm just dreamin' Hope that I live long, but the money bring bleedin' Always ted talk, God know I took some beatings Promised you I would ball, now I gotta bust my mean ass Now I'm rockin' Issey with the pleaded Skinny jean pants, lookin' like Gine Niggas wanna know the meanin' All the lean fake, yeah, you can keep it In that lame crib that ya leasin' I'm out the box like they released me I'm evil, I'm comin' real freaky I'ma see if his ex still wanna freak me [Chorus] Ten K, twenty K, thirty K, better get to crouchin' Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, color red dot Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, another man shot Yeah, they call me Molly, but I ain't the one that's gettin' popped (Uh) [Outro] Popped, nah Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm
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Credits
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- Molly Santana