Текст Chief Keef – Black Ops

I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
I’m a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot

10, 20, 30, Bullets flying like birdy
I’m a Chiraq warrior, and I’m balling like I’m Curry
If you looking for Chief Sosa, I’m where? Eating curry
Yous eating on that bitch, she was sucking me early
Choppa click clack, dududu, make him twirl
Keep talking all that shit, now he screaming like a girl
I do this shit for blood thats my boolin’ side
When I start cappin, thats my coolin’ side
Damn Sosa how you get the tool inside?
I up this muthafucka and I do his ass
Bullets eat his skin, bitch food his ass
Fly shit, Peacoat got my tool inside
Runnin’ from the cops, dodging hole pots
When it comes to guap, get a whole lot

I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
I’m a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot
While he was on a hill, i was somewhere in the field
Now I’m working towards a billon, now I’m living in the hills
Tuck in my drawls, bitch I got that Tommy Hill
Figure if it sizzle’s, it’s a scary site ew
Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my conscience
Latex, we can get it poppin’
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I’m rocking’
Riding round with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot
Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a pop

I’m digital, like Sonny nigga
Do something, go and get some money nigga
‘Fore I hit ya ass with the Tommy nigga
I ain’t winnie the poo, this ain’t honey nigga
Act like you want smoke, you funny
Doing walk up with the pistols, you running
I talk all this shit, cause I can back it up
Note to this bitch, I’m acting up
Who the fuck you is, Bernie Mac it up
Like Kash Doll, bitch I’m accurate
Hop in my car, and I rev it up
RIP to the damn competitors
Bitch I’m a predator
Had a meeting at 10, went at 11 somthin
Don’t be up in the lane when I’m bowling guns
Fuck nigga better not blow ya nose or nun

I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
I’m a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot
While he was on a hill, i was somewhere in the field
Now I’m working towards a billon and I’m living in the hills
Tuck in my drawls, bitch I got that Tommy Hill
Figure if it sizzle’s, it’s a scary site ew
Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my concious
Latex, we can get it poppin’
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I’m rocking’
Riding round with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? It’s a motherfucking knot
Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp