BLACK OPS II lyrics

[Intro]
(Littfroy)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (staxkk)
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out

[Verse]
You cap, you act like you don't see this sh*t on me
Who the f*ck that, I ain't even peep your big homie
You ain't practice for a week, you get ate by opponent
Racks wouldn't even fit, why would I keep that sh*t on me
I gotta take these guns back to the Glock house
Drac' in the Sprayground, easy to equip
Pillow talk to the ho, now you owe me three zips
I get one clue, now I feel like you playing with me
Told lil' twin to trap, now he keep him a strain or three
Doing all that fussin', you done used up your energy
Told fine sh*t, "That sh*t hittin'", she a fan of me
Already knowin', why you feel like you gettin' over
Hit the whip sidеways, this b*tch damn near tipped over
Rеally tryna wig, tryna make this b*tch flip over
Lil twin can hit, he feel like he Balboa
Lost in the sauce, these n*gga here Beethoven
Her bed got space, told my fine sh*t to get over
I need some space, this stick like to free aim
Old heads always talkin', they call it free game
Pills, weed, and drank serve you three things
How the hell you trap and you ain't got no change
Air some sh*t out, now his folks wanna explain
Watch what I drank, I ain't throwin' back anything
Put on this drip, I can make drip anything
Know I'm havin' scram, so I keep two, three blicks with me
n*gga look up, n*gga always try look down
Ask lil twin where he got his from, he said "I took mine"
Everybody tryna' strike, opps better not come around
Only time a n*gga get to running, 12 come 'round
Folks asking how we got in, we done snuck in
I know she choosing, she gave me that look
Take that b*tch down, now she put in the books
n*gga talk down, n*gga hoping I don't make it
Brought lil' bruh 'round I'm just hoping he don't take it
Stick for pig, get turned to some bacon
Told my lil' sh*t we gon' link when the day end
Side bet and I rolled my point, n*gga pay in
I'll jump the gate, I won't find where the gate end
Telegram the plug, I need new connect
Switch the trap, 12 gotta' find the new address
Told lil' buddy chill, he tryna' do his best
Blow down smoke, I don't know what opps expect
I caught that whip, I fishtail, I ain't wreck
MCM, n*gga got a old ass belt
Take off my shirt, now I feel like I'm Hail Mary
2Pac, that's what I was tryna' get at
You ain't catch that last bar, you might got a lil' brain
She can't hit the za if she done gave me some membrane
When I get up, go to the hood, pass out "DIM" chains
Told lil' buddy fill his clip, he just empt' things
Buckin' your play, you thought I was watching your play for you
Opps talking 'bout, "We gon' link", this a pay-per-view
Snitch about guns and noise, what my neighbors do
[Outro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck