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Black Ops Video (MV)




Performed By: Glockboyz Teejaee
Featuring: The Godfather, BabyTron
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: James Johnson IV, Glockboyz Teejaee




Glockboyz Teejaee - Black Ops Lyrics
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[ Featuring The Godfather, BabyTron ]

(Okay, KMoney)
Yeah
Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga
Boy

The type we step inside the trenches (inside these trenches)
We get to hoopin', boom like Mike, I'm Scottie Pippen, yeah (baow)
My niggas dangerous, my niggas, they so different
Mone had some hoes, come set the play and kill you and them bitches
My lil' doers, they go do shit, then gon' call me when they finished
Right now I'm pullin' up on my auntie, I just came to use the kitchen

We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes (boy)

Cash rules everything around me, that's C.R.e.a.m. (boy)
I just woke up, it ain't even 10 AM, I'm pourin' lean (I'm sippin')
Tried to run, but he couldn't get away, got followed by the beam (baow)
I couldn't find a pint of Wock', so I'ma settle for the green (I'ma settle for the green)
We in black masks, black truck, fully make 'em back up
You ain't heard about the last security guard that act tough
So many damn lines inside the pop, they made a black Crush (damn)
Amg the Benz, I'll crash it 'cause we rich as f*ck (boy)
You might catch me servin' niggas, smoke on the floor, we purgin', nigga (boy)
Glock so hot, it's burnin' niggas (ha)
Can't give me nobody, I earned it, nigga (I earned it)
Outside strapped up with my killers (yeah)
Don't worry 'bout me 'cause I'm really killin'
Catchin' a hat, it's a wonderful feeling (yeah)
Five face shots of Dracy ended (bitch)

The type we stuck inside the trenches (inside these trenches)
We get to hoopin', boom like Mike, I'm Scottie Pippen, yeah (baow)
My niggas dangerous, my niggas, they so different
Mone had some hoes, come set the play and kill you and them bitches
My lil' doers, they go do shit, they ain't gon' call me when they finished
Right now I'm pullin' up on my aunty, I just came to use the kitchen

We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes
We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes
We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes (boy)

Call the iso, then I score it, this ain't black top
Hundred dollar steak from Stoney River, this ain't black rock
Brodie PO said he gotta drop, he on the Blacks now
I'll pop out with that PLR, turn it to Black Ops (fah-fah-fah)
Black Buffs so icy, you would think I had a black eye
Dressed up like a crackhead on that skit but, shit, I'm back fly
Yerkys had him sayin' he gon' slide but he ain't that high
Ain't no point of lookin' at the score, boy, it's a landslide
Turn my Faygo black, on Telegram, folk up on Van Dyke
Before you fix your mouth to talk to me, go get your bands right
Before I was a star, it was the scam life, the jam life
I can't remember last night (hey, hey)
.300 Blackout leave 'em in a black trash bag
TRX is lavender, it was the black Scat Pack (skrrt)

We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes
We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes
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(Okay, KMoney)
Yeah
Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga
Boy

The type we step inside the trenches (inside these trenches)
We get to hoopin', boom like Mike, I'm Scottie Pippen, yeah (baow)
My niggas dangerous, my niggas, they so different
Mone had some hoes, come set the play and kill you and them bitches
My lil' doers, they go do shit, then gon' call me when they finished
Right now I'm pullin' up on my auntie, I just came to use the kitchen

We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes (boy)

Cash rules everything around me, that's C.R.e.a.m. (boy)
I just woke up, it ain't even 10 AM, I'm pourin' lean (I'm sippin')
Tried to run, but he couldn't get away, got followed by the beam (baow)
I couldn't find a pint of Wock', so I'ma settle for the green (I'ma settle for the green)
We in black masks, black truck, fully make 'em back up
You ain't heard about the last security guard that act tough
So many damn lines inside the pop, they made a black Crush (damn)
Amg the Benz, I'll crash it 'cause we rich as f*ck (boy)
You might catch me servin' niggas, smoke on the floor, we purgin', nigga (boy)
Glock so hot, it's burnin' niggas (ha)
Can't give me nobody, I earned it, nigga (I earned it)
Outside strapped up with my killers (yeah)
Don't worry 'bout me 'cause I'm really killin'
Catchin' a hat, it's a wonderful feeling (yeah)
Five face shots of Dracy ended (bitch)

The type we stuck inside the trenches (inside these trenches)
We get to hoopin', boom like Mike, I'm Scottie Pippen, yeah (baow)
My niggas dangerous, my niggas, they so different
Mone had some hoes, come set the play and kill you and them bitches
My lil' doers, they go do shit, they ain't gon' call me when they finished
Right now I'm pullin' up on my aunty, I just came to use the kitchen

We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes
We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes
We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes (boy)

Call the iso, then I score it, this ain't black top
Hundred dollar steak from Stoney River, this ain't black rock
Brodie PO said he gotta drop, he on the Blacks now
I'll pop out with that PLR, turn it to Black Ops (fah-fah-fah)
Black Buffs so icy, you would think I had a black eye
Dressed up like a crackhead on that skit but, shit, I'm back fly
Yerkys had him sayin' he gon' slide but he ain't that high
Ain't no point of lookin' at the score, boy, it's a landslide
Turn my Faygo black, on Telegram, folk up on Van Dyke
Before you fix your mouth to talk to me, go get your bands right
Before I was a star, it was the scam life, the jam life
I can't remember last night (hey, hey)
.300 Blackout leave 'em in a black trash bag
TRX is lavender, it was the black Scat Pack (skrrt)

We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes
We got black trucks, black chops and black hoes
I got black Glock, black mask and black clothes
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Writer: James Johnson IV, Glockboyz Teejaee
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