Zay Lyve - Operation (feat. ABK Gatez)

They tryna involve the feds I'm getting hit with allegations
He snitched said ima gang leader and run a operation
I don't tie my Gucci sneakers he tryna say that I had laced it
Yeah that boy was in the field until that shit hickory traced it
Nigga I don't need a mask hand the fan I'm tryna air it out
Politic bout hoes it ain't bout bread then i don't care about
That boy a hoe been knew where I'm at come check my where abouts
That nigga fast these bullets too them barrels what he staring down
Leave a nigga red just like he stepping pop up out the blue
He had a cold that choppa heat em up I call it theraflu
Geekin' off a X just chillen thinking what would Kaos do
Got shot bout 7 times because Allah a nigga made it through
I be on the road ain't doing shows just bought another gun
My cougar bitch be always telling me I'm really handsome
Don't try to play me like no goofy you become a caption
That nigga play we shoot like movie scenes stick a action
My favorite color burgundy it's matching my flag
Eleven hundred on some jeans you really think ima sag
Don't step to me while I'm with Jack cause bitch we both down to crash
If I ain't scamming bring the scales out we back in the trap
They tryna involve the feds I'm getting hit with allegations
He snitched said ima gang leader and run a operation
I don't tie my Gucci sneakers he tryna say that I had laced it
Yeah that boy was in the field until that shit hickory traced it
Nigga I don't need a mask hand the fan I'm tryna air it out
Politic bout hoes it ain't bout bread then i don't care about
That boy a hoe been knew where I'm at come check my where abouts
That nigga fast these bullets too them barrels what he staring down
Aye
All that tough talk what he saying now
I get the drop supply my own with shots they come through spraying rounds
Question me bout shit I was with a nigga bitch way out of town
Message to the opps you getting popped you get caught out of bounds
I ain't looking for no trouble but I damn sure ain't running from it
Now they on my dick they looking sick I'm worth a couple hundred
I'm sitting back chilling getting blunted
Or bending blocks tryna get some money
Don't fuck with Wham don't fuck with Top bout thug nem you know how I'm coming
You fuck with that it's up and when it's up that shit be stuck stupid
Lil bro bout his bucks try to pull a shuck and he gon buss the tooly
Hop out spitting side ways on a Friday like the fucking movie
Been ran out of love bitch I don't fuck with Cupid
They tryna involve the feds I'm getting hit with allegations
He snitched said ima gang leader and run a operation
I don't tie my Gucci sneakers he tryna say that I had laced it
Yeah that boy was in the field until that shit hickory traced it
Nigga I don't need a mask hand the fan I'm tryna air it out
Politic bout hoes it ain't bout bread then i don't care about
That boy a hoe been knew where I'm at come check my where abouts
That nigga fast these bullets too them barrels what he staring down

Written by:
I Aristide

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