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IM - Black Ops Lyrics



IM - Black Ops Lyrics




Pulling up on bitch niggas make his heart stop
One phone call make his bitch pop lock Remember all them days niggas had to knock knock
He ain't getting money nigga he on TikTok Yeah you on the side nigga like a mascot
Like a suitcase nigga yeah we pack ops On my grind shit yeah this shit non-stop

And we still killing niggas like it's Black Ops
Yeah I'm still killing niggas like it's Black Ops
I said f*ck pigs I don't give a f*ck if he was a black cop
Master Chief nigga I'm the only one in this hot box

Niggas get salty with my name and they mouth like pop rocks
Remember them days that nigga really had to pop locks
Why you posted in the picture lil' nigga you don't even got Glocks
I was f*cking with Ling Ling lil' nigga I was tryna knock knock

Texting the homies like okay yeah I got drop
Walk the nigga down like I'm Supposed to
Gotta do this shit right lil' nigga I ain't finna coach you
Pillow talking to bitches lil' nigga that's what hoes do

Still beefing with the nigga and you hanging him you a ho too
Wit a bad bitch we eating all up at nobu
Sent my cash app as the first text it didn't go through
Smoking white runs lil' nigga this ain't gorilla glue

Numb to shit lil' bitch I ain't feeling you
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Pulling up on bitch niggas make his heart stop
One phone call make his bitch pop lock Remember all them days niggas had to knock knock
He ain't getting money nigga he on TikTok Yeah you on the side nigga like a mascot
Like a suitcase nigga yeah we pack ops On my grind shit yeah this shit non-stop

And we still killing niggas like it's Black Ops
Yeah I'm still killing niggas like it's Black Ops
I said f*ck pigs I don't give a f*ck if he was a black cop
Master Chief nigga I'm the only one in this hot box

Niggas get salty with my name and they mouth like pop rocks
Remember them days that nigga really had to pop locks
Why you posted in the picture lil' nigga you don't even got Glocks
I was f*cking with Ling Ling lil' nigga I was tryna knock knock

Texting the homies like okay yeah I got drop
Walk the nigga down like I'm Supposed to
Gotta do this shit right lil' nigga I ain't finna coach you
Pillow talking to bitches lil' nigga that's what hoes do

Still beefing with the nigga and you hanging him you a ho too
Wit a bad bitch we eating all up at nobu
Sent my cash app as the first text it didn't go through
Smoking white runs lil' nigga this ain't gorilla glue

Numb to shit lil' bitch I ain't feeling you
Thanks for watching
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Writer: Simieon Bryant
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Performed By: IM
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: Simieon Bryant

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