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Pasto Flocco

"Black Ops"

[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Bop, bop!
Bop! (Menoh!)
Bop, bop, bop, bop!
Yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I'm playin' soccer n*gga, gotta kick it
Run up the racks, n*gga got the digits
I got the Glock or I got the Smith 'n
That b*tch, she a thot, she is not my woman
She like how I taste, yeah, she like to lick it
They say I'ma make it, they say that I'm destined
I been takin' these n*gga's b*tches since I was seven
I just want a Fanta, go to 7/11
If I see an opp, send that boy to heaven
I grew up on Springfield on the dead end
I see two opps then I blend in
If he try to diss me, I fan him
I got that green slime like Ben 10
That choppa go boom-boom-boom like Ginseng
b*tch, I got trap rap and I can't sing
I need me an Asian b*tch, call her Ling-Ling

[Post-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
She want my heart, she don't want the Wock'
She givin' me neck, I don't gotta talk
Bought a brand new Tesla, I don't gotta park
I'm teaching these n*gga's like I got the chalk
b*tch, I'm a dog, yeah, I gotta bark
I'm from New York, I don't milly rock
She suck on the gang, n*gga, if she want
She gon' let me f*ck, n*gga, I don't want

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
n*gga, he be flexin' 'bout a band but I got ten
I stay with the gang, pus*y n*gga, I don't got friends
I got family, pus*y n*gga, I don't got fans
That hollow hit him in his f*ckin' ribs, make a n*gga dance

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I'm playin' soccer n*gga, gotta kick it
Run up the racks, n*gga got the digits
I got the Glock or I got the Smith 'n
That b*tch, she a thot, she is not my woman
She like how I taste, yeah, she like to lick it
They say I'ma make it, they say that I'm destined
I been takin' these n*gga's b*tches since I was seven
I just want a Fanta, go to 7/11
If I see an opp, send that boy to heaven
I grew up on Springfield on the dead end
I see two opps then I blend in
If he try to diss me, I fan him
I got that green slime like Ben 10
That choppa go boom-boom-boom like Ginseng
b*tch, I got trap rap and I can't sing
I need me an Asian b*tch, call her Ling-Ling

[Post-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
She want my heart, she don't want the Wock'
She givin' me neck, I don't gotta talk
Bought a brand new Tesla, I don't gotta park
I'm teaching these n*gga's like I got the chalk
b*tch, I'm a dog, yeah, I gotta bark
I'm from New York, I don't milly rock
She suck on the gang, n*gga, if she want
She gon' let me f*ck, n*gga, I don't want

[Verse 2: Bugszy Citglo]
I'm with Tecca and we totin’ the TEC
Big clip, hit an opp in his neck
I'm throwin’ bullets like I play for the Jets
Thick b*tch used to givin' me neck
Chopsticks, then I cash in a check
Big Mac, hit an opp in his neck
We asked to put his ass on a shirt
'Cause he was talkin' down on the set
My n*gga's slime, snakes, slizzin'
Shootin' sh*t like I play for the Clippers
I want money, I got some money
Gas too big, I do it, no Clifford
He was talkin' hot on the net
Told that opp, that boy was missin'
Big guns like a n*gga in Black Ops
b*tch, I keep me a missile
(Psh, psh, psh, psh)
Hollows rippin' through his tissue
(Psh, psh, psh, psh)
Break a n*gga like a crystal
(Psh, psh, psh, psh)
Now your family miss you
Slow down bro, that's the opps
Cook ‘em like a McGriddle

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I'm playin' soccer n*gga, gotta kick it
Run up the racks, n*gga got the digits
I got the Glock or I got the Smith 'n
That b*tch, she a thot, she is not my woman
She like how I taste, yeah, she like to lick it
They say I'ma make it, they say that I'm destined
I been takin' these n*gga's b*tches since I was seven
I just want a Fanta, go to 7/11
If I see an opp, send that boy to heaven
I grew up on Springfield on the dead end
I see two opps then I blend in
If he try to diss me, I fan him
I got that green slime like Ben 10
That choppa go boom-boom-boom like Ginseng
b*tch, I got trap rap and I can't sing
I need me an Asian b*tch, call her Ling-Ling

[Post-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
She want my heart, she don't want the Wock'
She givin' me neck, I don't gotta talk
Bought a brand new Tesla, I don't gotta park
I'm teaching these n*gga's like I got the chalk
b*tch, I'm a dog, yeah, I gotta bark
I'm from New York, I don't milly rock
She suck on the gang, n*gga, if she want
She gon' let me f*ck, n*gga, I don't want

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