[{"id":12212429,"name":"Black Ops (feat. FaZe Kaysan, Kyle Richhh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, Dee Billz, CBlu & Kenzo Balla)","trackName":"Black Ops (feat. FaZe Kaysan, Kyle Richhh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, Dee Billz, CBlu & Kenzo Balla)","artistName":"King Fendi","albumName":"Black Ops (feat. FaZe Kaysan, Kyle Richhh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, Dee Billz, CBlu & Kenzo Balla)","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kaysan\nGrrah\nDamn YP, I know you mixed this one\nIt's Kosfinger, baby\n\nGrrah\nTwo-Two sticks in my hand like a band, like\nNiggas ain't oops they fans, like\nTold bro, \"Let's go spin through they 'jects\" (Like what?)\nBitch I'm on feet and I'm looking for wreck, like\nKeep a stick like I'm wit it (.30)\n.30 stay on my side like a pet, like\nAn-And it's everything dead (Like what?)\nHe-He only tough on the net\n\n(Grrah, grrah, grrah)\nLike, yo Jenn, I'm tryna bend\nFu-Fuck a thirty, I popped me a Yellow (Yellow)\n.10-.10 jam, he get beat with the metal (Metal)\nNo leggies, he rippin' his head off (Head off)\nOff-Off the lean, I can't see like Hel' Keller (Keller)\nHeard that nigga keep smokin' my dead (Grrah)\nI'm on my block, I got one in the head\nGraah\nS-SV, pick up the pace (Like what?)\nLike-Like what, don't leave no space (Don't leave no space)\nThem niggas talkin', we see 'em (Graah-graah)\nI-I told Jah don't leave no trace (Graah-graah boom)\nLike, .40 gon' open his face (Like, damn)\nAnd there's a knock in the V, we can't stop for the D's (D's, like)\nFeelin' myself like I'm losin' my keys (Graah-graah)\nK-KR, rock that V (Graah-graah, boom)\nLike grrah\nMy chop is so hot when I'm leavin' the scene (It's Carter, dickhead)\nLike, that boy got hit on the 13th (Like)\nBullets gon' hit 'em he thirsty (Damn)\nIt's this bitch on my body\nAnd no she can't line me I came wit' a beam\nGot me buggin', like \"Ooh, where the lean?\" (Bitch)\nIf he talkin' on 4's then we take 'em off feet\nIf he talkin' on 4's, brodie aim at his bean\nAnd this bitch cannot line me I came with a beam\nI'm 'ootin' at niggas, I don't need a screen (Graah)\nAnd that boy an imposter, it's not what it seems\nI'm feelin' like Curry, I shoot with both hands, nigga\nIf I step back then it's gon' be a green\nThese niggas is butt, only tough when they dream\nWhen I dump the whole clip, I bet I'll make a scene, grrah\nToo many opps got to go in the spliff\nFor y'all to realize y'all got to get back\nBitch and I'm always smokin' somethin' new\nSo many opp niggas dead in this pack\nYou better keep you a pole if you rappin',\nAnd dissin' the dead, in your tracks\nNigga, big 41, bitch I got to move tact\nAnd these niggas be shootin' shit only in tracks\nLike, ayo Jenn, let's go bend\nI'm tryna up it on him and his friends\nEverything dead, no makin' amends\nI'ma see red when I hop out the Benz\nI'ma see red when I hop out the right side\nTold bro we gon' spin at the right time\nYou know the right time, rainy, or night time\nWhen I'm focused I feel like it's my time\nShit get spooky, Freddy Krueger\nBro got a .380 Ruger\nI'm a rapper, brodie a shooter\nHe give out lessons, he a tutor (Grrah)\nFeel like Klay, with the quickdraw\nNo taxi, hollows make 'em lift off\nWhy they act like they spinnin' my block\nMakin' vids on the corner, like a cop\nC Blu!\nYou could run, but you can't hide forever\nAnd when we catch you, you gon' make it to heaven\nNev-Never lack, he get shot through the sweater\nGive a fuck 'bout the rain or the snow\nMy niggas on timin', we slide through whatever\nWatch your gang, niggas switch like the weather\nWatch your bitch, they be fuckin' whoever\nAnd my shells got no name, yeah, I flock at whoever\nAnd I fight, knuckle up wit' whoever\nNever duckin' no smoke, I'ma mash that\nNever broke, 100K I could flash that\nNiggas be poppin' they bitches, I had that\nBack then, Drill a shot I did it often\nWalk-Down-Gang, if he trip I'mma off 'em\nBitch I'm buggin' I do it for 13\nTwelve and one in the head, I tote thirteen\nRob who?, Want this chain?, better pack me\nI ain't goin' for nothin'\nNig-Niggas see me, their heart start pumpin'\nThrow a shot, my adrenaline rushin'\nGlock got a switch, ain't no point in you runnin' (Runnin')\n'Cause these bullets gon' catch you\nShells so hot, burn his skin like a tattoo\nNo gun in the spot, I might go with my scapel\nYou get close and on bro, I'mma cut you\nFuck from the back, she scream, \"Daddy, I love you\"\nDnD on her phone when we rumpin'\nRough sex, almost pulled off her frontal\nDick in her guts, two strokes and she runnin'\nBack out, just to nut on her stomach\nDon't get too attached, one night and I'll dump it\nLike, bitch I'm allergic to cuffin'\nI'm still outside, movin' tact with my switch\nAnd as soon as they lack, I'ma blitz\nHop out, throw 5, 6 shots, don't miss\nI was mackin', but they got me back on my shit\nOn the 5, I be packin' the 5th\nIf a opp runnin' up, that's an opp off the list\nBig .45, and the beam got a kick\nAnd my 'ooters ready to pack if it's lit\nFriday the 13th, masked up like Jason\nIf he runnin', nigga, I'ma chase 'em\nPut the chop to his head and erase 'em\nFace-Shot-Gang, we gon' give him a face lift\nI ain't fuckin' that bitch, she basic\n65DOA, that's gang shit\nWe tryna leave a nigga on the pavement\nGTA V, yeah, we gon' leave 'em wasted\nI could do hits out a car, off a scooter\nOr Run-down-gang, they know how I maneuver\nI'm outside, with my 'ooters\nOne wrong move, then he boom you\nKeep a .9, or a Ruger\nShots fired, if I spot 'em in that Uber\nBlitz him, hit him right in his madula\nKenzo Balla, the top 3 'ooters\nCome and shake it, let's get active\nShe throwin' it at me, I'ma catch it\nIn the telly, I'm breakin' her back in\nFucked up her spine, got her screamin' and scratchin'\nCome here, let me grab it\nShe throwin' it back, act bad, she spazzin'\nAny nigga test me, but I clapped 'em\nTr-Treat a nigga like lunch, I'ma pack 'em\nHead shot, that's a lot of real damage\nPick 'em up, he need more than a band-aid\nDon't got the knock, I slice 'em like a sandwich\nOr a thot got the drop, then we takin' advantage\nI ain't lackin' I'm totin' the cannon\nI'ma start throwin' bullets, Eli Manning\nLeave a dumb nigga right where he standin'\nPut that on bro, I ain't givin' no chances\n\nAhh\nGrrah\nGrrah-grrah boom\nEvery opp shot\nAhh, ahh\nWhat the fuck\nLike what\nGrrah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Ops (feat. FaZe Kaysan, Kyle Richhh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, Dee Billz, CBlu & Kenzo Balla)\n  artist: King Fendi\n  album: Black Ops (feat. FaZe Kaysan, Kyle Richhh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, Dee Billz, CBlu & Kenzo Balla)\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Kaysan\n  Grrah\n  Damn YP, I know you mixed this one\n  It's Kosfinger, baby\n\n  Grrah\n  Two-Two sticks in my hand like a band, like\n  Niggas ain't oops they fans, like\n  Told bro, \"Let's go spin through they 'jects\" (Like what?)\n  Bitch I'm on feet and I'm looking for wreck, like\n  Keep a stick like I'm wit it (.30)\n  .30 stay on my side like a pet, like\n  An-And it's everything dead (Like what?)\n  He-He only tough on the net\n\n  (Grrah, grrah, grrah)\n  Like, yo Jenn, I'm tryna bend\n  Fu-Fuck a thirty, I popped me a Yellow (Yellow)\n  .10-.10 jam, he get beat with the metal (Metal)\n  No leggies, he rippin' his head off (Head off)\n  Off-Off the lean, I can't see like Hel' Keller (Keller)\n  Heard that nigga keep smokin' my dead (Grrah)\n  I'm on my block, I got one in the head\n  Graah\n  S-SV, pick up the pace (Like what?)\n  Like-Like what, don't leave no space (Don't leave no space)\n  Them niggas talkin', we see 'em (Graah-graah)\n  I-I told Jah don't leave no trace (Graah-graah boom)\n  Like, .40 gon' open his face (Like, damn)\n  And there's a knock in the V, we can't stop for the D's (D's, like)\n  Feelin' myself like I'm losin' my keys (Graah-graah)\n  K-KR, rock that V (Graah-graah, boom)\n  Like grrah\n  My chop is so hot when I'm leavin' the scene (It's Carter, dickhead)\n  Like, that boy got hit on the 13th (Like)\n  Bullets gon' hit 'em he thirsty (Damn)\n  It's this bitch on my body\n  And no she can't line me I came wit' a beam\n  Got me buggin', like \"Ooh, where the lean?\" (Bitch)\n  If he talkin' on 4's then we take 'em off feet\n  If he talkin' on 4's, brodie aim at his bean\n  And this bitch cannot line me I came with a beam\n  I'm 'ootin' at niggas, I don't need a screen (Graah)\n  And that boy an imposter, it's not what it seems\n  I'm feelin' like Curry, I shoot with both hands, nigga\n  If I step back then it's gon' be a green\n  These niggas is butt, only tough when they dream\n  When I dump the whole clip, I bet I'll make a scene, grrah\n  Too many opps got to go in the spliff\n  For y'all to realize y'all got to get back\n  Bitch and I'm always smokin' somethin' new\n  So many opp niggas dead in this pack\n  You better keep you a pole if you rappin',\n  And dissin' the dead, in your tracks\n  Nigga, big 41, bitch I got to move tact\n  And these niggas be shootin' shit only in tracks\n  Like, ayo Jenn, let's go bend\n  I'm tryna up it on him and his friends\n  Everything dead, no makin' amends\n  I'ma see red when I hop out the Benz\n  I'ma see red when I hop out the right side\n  Told bro we gon' spin at the right time\n  You know the right time, rainy, or night time\n  When I'm focused I feel like it's my time\n  Shit get spooky, Freddy Krueger\n  Bro got a .380 Ruger\n  I'm a rapper, brodie a shooter\n  He give out lessons, he a tutor (Grrah)\n  Feel like Klay, with the quickdraw\n  No taxi, hollows make 'em lift off\n  Why they act like they spinnin' my block\n  Makin' vids on the corner, like a cop\n  C Blu!\n  You could run, but you can't hide forever\n  And when we catch you, you gon' make it to heaven\n  Nev-Never lack, he get shot through the sweater\n  Give a fuck 'bout the rain or the snow\n  My niggas on timin', we slide through whatever\n  Watch your gang, niggas switch like the weather\n  Watch your bitch, they be fuckin' whoever\n  And my shells got no name, yeah, I flock at whoever\n  And I fight, knuckle up wit' whoever\n  Never duckin' no smoke, I'ma mash that\n  Never broke, 100K I could flash that\n  Niggas be poppin' they bitches, I had that\n  Back then, Drill a shot I did it often\n  Walk-Down-Gang, if he trip I'mma off 'em\n  Bitch I'm buggin' I do it for 13\n  Twelve and one in the head, I tote thirteen\n  Rob who?, Want this chain?, better pack me\n  I ain't goin' for nothin'\n  Nig-Niggas see me, their heart start pumpin'\n  Throw a shot, my adrenaline rushin'\n  Glock got a switch, ain't no point in you runnin' (Runnin')\n  'Cause these bullets gon' catch you\n  Shells so hot, burn his skin like a tattoo\n  No gun in the spot, I might go with my scapel\n  You get close and on bro, I'mma cut you\n  Fuck from the back, she scream, \"Daddy, I love you\"\n  DnD on her phone when we rumpin'\n  Rough sex, almost pulled off her frontal\n  Dick in her guts, two strokes and she runnin'\n  Back out, just to nut on her stomach\n  Don't get too attached, one night and I'll dump it\n  Like, bitch I'm allergic to cuffin'\n  I'm still outside, movin' tact with my switch\n  And as soon as they lack, I'ma blitz\n  Hop out, throw 5, 6 shots, don't miss\n  I was mackin', but they got me back on my shit\n  On the 5, I be packin' the 5th\n  If a opp runnin' up, that's an opp off the list\n  Big .45, and the beam got a kick\n  And my 'ooters ready to pack if it's lit\n  Friday the 13th, masked up like Jason\n  If he runnin', nigga, I'ma chase 'em\n  Put the chop to his head and erase 'em\n  Face-Shot-Gang, we gon' give him a face lift\n  I ain't fuckin' that bitch, she basic\n  65DOA, that's gang shit\n  We tryna leave a nigga on the pavement\n  GTA V, yeah, we gon' leave 'em wasted\n  I could do hits out a car, off a scooter\n  Or Run-down-gang, they know how I maneuver\n  I'm outside, with my 'ooters\n  One wrong move, then he boom you\n  Keep a .9, or a Ruger\n  Shots fired, if I spot 'em in that Uber\n  Blitz him, hit him right in his madula\n  Kenzo Balla, the top 3 'ooters\n  Come and shake it, let's get active\n  She throwin' it at me, I'ma catch it\n  In the telly, I'm breakin' her back in\n  Fucked up her spine, got her screamin' and scratchin'\n  Come here, let me grab it\n  She throwin' it back, act bad, she spazzin'\n  Any nigga test me, but I clapped 'em\n  Tr-Treat a nigga like lunch, I'ma pack 'em\n  Head shot, that's a lot of real damage\n  Pick 'em up, he need more than a band-aid\n  Don't got the knock, I slice 'em like a sandwich\n  Or a thot got the drop, then we takin' advantage\n  I ain't lackin' I'm totin' the cannon\n  I'ma start throwin' bullets, Eli Manning\n  Leave a dumb nigga right where he standin'\n  Put that on bro, I ain't givin' no chances\n\n  Ahh\n  Grrah\n  Grrah-grrah boom\n  Every opp shot\n  Ahh, ahh\n  What the fuck\n  Like what\n  Grrah\n"},{"id":13397144,"name":"Black Ops (feat. Faze kaysan, Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, Dee Billz, C Blu & Kenzo Balla)","trackName":"Black Ops (feat. Faze kaysan, Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, Dee Billz, C Blu & Kenzo Balla)","artistName":"LilSnap","albumName":"Black Ops (feat. Faze kaysan, Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, Dee Billz, C Blu & Kenzo Balla)","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kaysan\nGrrah\nDamn YP, I know you mixed this one\nIt's Kosfinger, baby\n\nGrrah\nTwo-Two sticks in my hand like a band, like\nNiggas ain't oops they fans, like\nTold bro, \"Let's go spin through they 'jects\" (Like what?)\nBitch I'm on feet and I'm looking for wreck, like\nKeep a stick like I'm wit it (.30)\n.30 stay on my side like a pet, like\nAn-And it's everything dead (Like what?)\nHe-He only tough on the net\n\n(Grrah, grrah, grrah)\nLike, yo Jenn, I'm tryna bend\nFu-Fuck a thirty, I popped me a Yellow (Yellow)\n.10-.10 jam, he get beat with the metal (Metal)\nNo leggies, he rippin' his head off (Head off)\nOff-Off the lean, I can't see like Hel' Keller (Keller)\nHeard that nigga keep smokin' my dead (Grrah)\nI'm on my block, I got one in the head\nGraah\nS-SV, pick up the pace (Like what?)\nLike-Like what, don't leave no space (Don't leave no space)\nThem niggas talkin', we see 'em (Graah-graah)\nI-I told Jah don't leave no trace (Graah-graah boom)\nLike, .40 gon' open his face (Like, damn)\nAnd there's a knock in the V, we can't stop for the D's (D's, like)\nFeelin' myself like I'm losin' my keys (Graah-graah)\nK-KR, rock that V (Graah-graah, boom)\nLike grrah\nMy chop is so hot when I'm leavin' the scene (It's Carter, dickhead)\nLike, that boy got hit on the 13th (Like)\nBullets gon' hit 'em he thirsty (Damn)\nIt's this bitch on my body\nAnd no she can't line me I came wit' a beam\nGot me buggin', like \"Ooh, where the lean?\" (Bitch)\nIf he talkin' on 4's then we take 'em off feet\nIf he talkin' on 4's, brodie aim at his bean\nAnd this bitch cannot line me I came with a beam\nI'm 'ootin' at niggas, I don't need a screen (Graah)\nAnd that boy an imposter, it's not what it seems\nI'm feelin' like Curry, I shoot with both hands, nigga\nIf I step back then it's gon' be a green\nThese niggas is butt, only tough when they dream\nWhen I dump the whole clip, I bet I'll make a scene, grrah\nToo many opps got to go in the spliff\nFor y'all to realize y'all got to get back\nBitch and I'm always smokin' somethin' new\nSo many opp niggas dead in this pack\nYou better keep you a pole if you rappin',\nAnd dissin' the dead, in your tracks\nNigga, big 41, bitch I got to move tact\nAnd these niggas be shootin' shit only in tracks\nLike, ayo Jenn, let's go bend\nI'm tryna up it on him and his friends\nEverything dead, no makin' amends\nI'ma see red when I hop out the Benz\nI'ma see red when I hop out the right side\nTold bro we gon' spin at the right time\nYou know the right time, rainy, or night time\nWhen I'm focused I feel like it's my time\nShit get spooky, Freddy Krueger\nBro got a .380 Ruger\nI'm a rapper, brodie a shooter\nHe give out lessons, he a tutor (Grrah)\nFeel like Klay, with the quickdraw\nNo taxi, hollows make 'em lift off\nWhy they act like they spinnin' my block\nMakin' vids on the corner, like a cop\nC Blu!\nYou could run, but you can't hide forever\nAnd when we catch you, you gon' make it to heaven\nNev-Never lack, he get shot through the sweater\nGive a fuck 'bout the rain or the snow\nMy niggas on timin', we slide through whatever\nWatch your gang, niggas switch like the weather\nWatch your bitch, they be fuckin' whoever\nAnd my shells got no name, yeah, I flock at whoever\nAnd I fight, knuckle up wit' whoever\nNever duckin' no smoke, I'ma mash that\nNever broke, 100K I could flash that\nNiggas be poppin' they bitches, I had that\nBack then, Drill a shot I did it often\nWalk-Down-Gang, if he trip I'mma off 'em\nBitch I'm buggin' I do it for 13\nTwelve and one in the head, I tote thirteen\nRob who?, Want this chain?, better pack me\nI ain't goin' for nothin'\nNig-Niggas see me, their heart start pumpin'\nThrow a shot, my adrenaline rushin'\nGlock got a switch, ain't no point in you runnin' (Runnin')\n'Cause these bullets gon' catch you\nShells so hot, burn his skin like a tattoo\nNo gun in the spot, I might go with my scapel\nYou get close and on bro, I'mma cut you\nFuck from the back, she scream, \"Daddy, I love you\"\nDnD on her phone when we rumpin'\nRough sex, almost pulled off her frontal\nDick in her guts, two strokes and she runnin'\nBack out, just to nut on her stomach\nDon't get too attached, one night and I'll dump it\nLike, bitch I'm allergic to cuffin'\nI'm still outside, movin' tact with my switch\nAnd as soon as they lack, I'ma blitz\nHop out, throw 5, 6 shots, don't miss\nI was mackin', but they got me back on my shit\nOn the 5, I be packin' the 5th\nIf a opp runnin' up, that's an opp off the list\nBig .45, and the beam got a kick\nAnd my 'ooters ready to pack if it's lit\nFriday the 13th, masked up like Jason\nIf he runnin', nigga, I'ma chase 'em\nPut the chop to his head and erase 'em\nFace-Shot-Gang, we gon' give him a face lift\nI ain't fuckin' that bitch, she basic\n65DOA, that's gang shit\nWe tryna leave a nigga on the pavement\nGTA V, yeah, we gon' leave 'em wasted\nI could do hits out a car, off a scooter\nOr Run-down-gang, they know how I maneuver\nI'm outside, with my 'ooters\nOne wrong move, then he boom you\nKeep a .9, or a Ruger\nShots fired, if I spot 'em in that Uber\nBlitz him, hit him right in his madula\nKenzo Balla, the top 3 'ooters\nCome and shake it, let's get active\nShe throwin' it at me, I'ma catch it\nIn the telly, I'm breakin' her back in\nFucked up her spine, got her screamin' and scratchin'\nCome here, let me grab it\nShe throwin' it back, act bad, she spazzin'\nAny nigga test me, but I clapped 'em\nTr-Treat a nigga like lunch, I'ma pack 'em\nHead shot, that's a lot of real damage\nPick 'em up, he need more than a band-aid\nDon't got the knock, I slice 'em like a sandwich\nOr a thot got the drop, then we takin' advantage\nI ain't lackin' I'm totin' the cannon\nI'ma start throwin' bullets, Eli Manning\nLeave a dumb nigga right where he standin'\nPut that on bro, I ain't givin' no chances\n\nAhh\nGrrah\nGrrah-grrah boom\nEvery opp shot\nAhh, ahh\nWhat the fuck\nLike what\nGrrah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Ops (feat. Faze kaysan, Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, Dee Billz, C Blu & Kenzo Balla)\n  artist: LilSnap\n  album: Black Ops (feat. Faze kaysan, Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa, Dee Billz, C Blu & Kenzo Balla)\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Kaysan\n  Grrah\n  Damn YP, I know you mixed this one\n  It's Kosfinger, baby\n\n  Grrah\n  Two-Two sticks in my hand like a band, like\n  Niggas ain't oops they fans, like\n  Told bro, \"Let's go spin through they 'jects\" (Like what?)\n  Bitch I'm on feet and I'm looking for wreck, like\n  Keep a stick like I'm wit it (.30)\n  .30 stay on my side like a pet, like\n  An-And it's everything dead (Like what?)\n  He-He only tough on the net\n\n  (Grrah, grrah, grrah)\n  Like, yo Jenn, I'm tryna bend\n  Fu-Fuck a thirty, I popped me a Yellow (Yellow)\n  .10-.10 jam, he get beat with the metal (Metal)\n  No leggies, he rippin' his head off (Head off)\n  Off-Off the lean, I can't see like Hel' Keller (Keller)\n  Heard that nigga keep smokin' my dead (Grrah)\n  I'm on my block, I got one in the head\n  Graah\n  S-SV, pick up the pace (Like what?)\n  Like-Like what, don't leave no space (Don't leave no space)\n  Them niggas talkin', we see 'em (Graah-graah)\n  I-I told Jah don't leave no trace (Graah-graah boom)\n  Like, .40 gon' open his face (Like, damn)\n  And there's a knock in the V, we can't stop for the D's (D's, like)\n  Feelin' myself like I'm losin' my keys (Graah-graah)\n  K-KR, rock that V (Graah-graah, boom)\n  Like grrah\n  My chop is so hot when I'm leavin' the scene (It's Carter, dickhead)\n  Like, that boy got hit on the 13th (Like)\n  Bullets gon' hit 'em he thirsty (Damn)\n  It's this bitch on my body\n  And no she can't line me I came wit' a beam\n  Got me buggin', like \"Ooh, where the lean?\" (Bitch)\n  If he talkin' on 4's then we take 'em off feet\n  If he talkin' on 4's, brodie aim at his bean\n  And this bitch cannot line me I came with a beam\n  I'm 'ootin' at niggas, I don't need a screen (Graah)\n  And that boy an imposter, it's not what it seems\n  I'm feelin' like Curry, I shoot with both hands, nigga\n  If I step back then it's gon' be a green\n  These niggas is butt, only tough when they dream\n  When I dump the whole clip, I bet I'll make a scene, grrah\n  Too many opps got to go in the spliff\n  For y'all to realize y'all got to get back\n  Bitch and I'm always smokin' somethin' new\n  So many opp niggas dead in this pack\n  You better keep you a pole if you rappin',\n  And dissin' the dead, in your tracks\n  Nigga, big 41, bitch I got to move tact\n  And these niggas be shootin' shit only in tracks\n  Like, ayo Jenn, let's go bend\n  I'm tryna up it on him and his friends\n  Everything dead, no makin' amends\n  I'ma see red when I hop out the Benz\n  I'ma see red when I hop out the right side\n  Told bro we gon' spin at the right time\n  You know the right time, rainy, or night time\n  When I'm focused I feel like it's my time\n  Shit get spooky, Freddy Krueger\n  Bro got a .380 Ruger\n  I'm a rapper, brodie a shooter\n  He give out lessons, he a tutor (Grrah)\n  Feel like Klay, with the quickdraw\n  No taxi, hollows make 'em lift off\n  Why they act like they spinnin' my block\n  Makin' vids on the corner, like a cop\n  C Blu!\n  You could run, but you can't hide forever\n  And when we catch you, you gon' make it to heaven\n  Nev-Never lack, he get shot through the sweater\n  Give a fuck 'bout the rain or the snow\n  My niggas on timin', we slide through whatever\n  Watch your gang, niggas switch like the weather\n  Watch your bitch, they be fuckin' whoever\n  And my shells got no name, yeah, I flock at whoever\n  And I fight, knuckle up wit' whoever\n  Never duckin' no smoke, I'ma mash that\n  Never broke, 100K I could flash that\n  Niggas be poppin' they bitches, I had that\n  Back then, Drill a shot I did it often\n  Walk-Down-Gang, if he trip I'mma off 'em\n  Bitch I'm buggin' I do it for 13\n  Twelve and one in the head, I tote thirteen\n  Rob who?, Want this chain?, better pack me\n  I ain't goin' for nothin'\n  Nig-Niggas see me, their heart start pumpin'\n  Throw a shot, my adrenaline rushin'\n  Glock got a switch, ain't no point in you runnin' (Runnin')\n  'Cause these bullets gon' catch you\n  Shells so hot, burn his skin like a tattoo\n  No gun in the spot, I might go with my scapel\n  You get close and on bro, I'mma cut you\n  Fuck from the back, she scream, \"Daddy, I love you\"\n  DnD on her phone when we rumpin'\n  Rough sex, almost pulled off her frontal\n  Dick in her guts, two strokes and she runnin'\n  Back out, just to nut on her stomach\n  Don't get too attached, one night and I'll dump it\n  Like, bitch I'm allergic to cuffin'\n  I'm still outside, movin' tact with my switch\n  And as soon as they lack, I'ma blitz\n  Hop out, throw 5, 6 shots, don't miss\n  I was mackin', but they got me back on my shit\n  On the 5, I be packin' the 5th\n  If a opp runnin' up, that's an opp off the list\n  Big .45, and the beam got a kick\n  And my 'ooters ready to pack if it's lit\n  Friday the 13th, masked up like Jason\n  If he runnin', nigga, I'ma chase 'em\n  Put the chop to his head and erase 'em\n  Face-Shot-Gang, we gon' give him a face lift\n  I ain't fuckin' that bitch, she basic\n  65DOA, that's gang shit\n  We tryna leave a nigga on the pavement\n  GTA V, yeah, we gon' leave 'em wasted\n  I could do hits out a car, off a scooter\n  Or Run-down-gang, they know how I maneuver\n  I'm outside, with my 'ooters\n  One wrong move, then he boom you\n  Keep a .9, or a Ruger\n  Shots fired, if I spot 'em in that Uber\n  Blitz him, hit him right in his madula\n  Kenzo Balla, the top 3 'ooters\n  Come and shake it, let's get active\n  She throwin' it at me, I'ma catch it\n  In the telly, I'm breakin' her back in\n  Fucked up her spine, got her screamin' and scratchin'\n  Come here, let me grab it\n  She throwin' it back, act bad, she spazzin'\n  Any nigga test me, but I clapped 'em\n  Tr-Treat a nigga like lunch, I'ma pack 'em\n  Head shot, that's a lot of real damage\n  Pick 'em up, he need more than a band-aid\n  Don't got the knock, I slice 'em like a sandwich\n  Or a thot got the drop, then we takin' advantage\n  I ain't lackin' I'm totin' the cannon\n  I'ma start throwin' bullets, Eli Manning\n  Leave a dumb nigga right where he standin'\n  Put that on bro, I ain't givin' no chances\n\n  Ahh\n  Grrah\n  Grrah-grrah boom\n  Every opp shot\n  Ahh, ahh\n  What the fuck\n  Like what\n  Grrah\n"},{"id":38922905,"name":"Black Ops (feat. Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa & Dee Billz)","trackName":"Black Ops (feat. Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa & Dee Billz)","artistName":"FaZe Kaysan","albumName":"","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kaysan\nGrrah\nDamn YP, I know you mixed this one\nIt's Kosfinger, baby\n\nGrrah\nTwo-Two sticks in my hand like a band, like\nNiggas ain't oops they fans, like\nTold bro, \"Let's go spin through they 'jects\" (Like what?)\nBitch I'm on feet and I'm looking for wreck, like\nKeep a stick like I'm wit it (.30)\n.30 stay on my side like a pet, like\nAn-And it's everything dead (Like what?)\nHe-He only tough on the net\n\n(Grrah, grrah, grrah)\nLike, yo Jenn, I'm tryna bend\nFu-Fuck a thirty, I popped me a Yellow (Yellow)\n.10-.10 jam, he get beat with the metal (Metal)\nNo leggies, he rippin' his head off (Head off)\nOff-Off the lean, I can't see like Hel' Keller (Keller)\nHeard that nigga keep smokin' my dead (Grrah)\nI'm on my block, I got one in the head\nGraah\nS-SV, pick up the pace (Like what?)\nLike-Like what, don't leave no space (Don't leave no space)\nThem niggas talkin', we see 'em (Graah-graah)\nI-I told Jah don't leave no trace (Graah-graah boom)\nLike, .40 gon' open his face (Like, damn)\nAnd there's a knock in the V, we can't stop for the D's (D's, like)\nFeelin' myself like I'm losin' my keys (Graah-graah)\nK-KR, rock that V (Graah-graah, boom)\nLike grrah\nMy chop is so hot when I'm leavin' the scene (It's Carter, dickhead)\nLike, that boy got hit on the 13th (Like)\nBullets gon' hit 'em he thirsty (Damn)\nIt's this bitch on my body\nAnd no she can't line me I came wit' a beam\nGot me buggin', like \"Ooh, where the lean?\" (Bitch)\nIf he talkin' on 4's then we take 'em off feet\nIf he talkin' on 4's, brodie aim at his bean\nAnd this bitch cannot line me I came with a beam\nI'm 'ootin' at niggas, I don't need a screen (Graah)\nAnd that boy an imposter, it's not what it seems\nI'm feelin' like Curry, I shoot with both hands, nigga\nIf I step back then it's gon' be a green\nThese niggas is butt, only tough when they dream\nWhen I dump the whole clip, I bet I'll make a scene, grrah\nToo many opps got to go in the spliff\nFor y'all to realize y'all got to get back\nBitch and I'm always smokin' somethin' new\nSo many opp niggas dead in this pack\nYou better keep you a pole if you rappin',\nAnd dissin' the dead, in your tracks\nNigga, big 41, bitch I got to move tact\nAnd these niggas be shootin' shit only in tracks\nLike, ayo Jenn, let's go bend\nI'm tryna up it on him and his friends\nEverything dead, no makin' amends\nI'ma see red when I hop out the Benz\nI'ma see red when I hop out the right side\nTold bro we gon' spin at the right time\nYou know the right time, rainy, or night time\nWhen I'm focused I feel like it's my time\nShit get spooky, Freddy Krueger\nBro got a .380 Ruger\nI'm a rapper, brodie a shooter\nHe give out lessons, he a tutor (Grrah)\nFeel like Klay, with the quickdraw\nNo taxi, hollows make 'em lift off\nWhy they act like they spinnin' my block\nMakin' vids on the corner, like a cop\nC Blu!\nYou could run, but you can't hide forever\nAnd when we catch you, you gon' make it to heaven\nNev-Never lack, he get shot through the sweater\nGive a fuck 'bout the rain or the snow\nMy niggas on timin', we slide through whatever\nWatch your gang, niggas switch like the weather\nWatch your bitch, they be fuckin' whoever\nAnd my shells got no name, yeah, I flock at whoever\nAnd I fight, knuckle up wit' whoever\nNever duckin' no smoke, I'ma mash that\nNever broke, 100K I could flash that\nNiggas be poppin' they bitches, I had that\nBack then, Drill a shot I did it often\nWalk-Down-Gang, if he trip I'mma off 'em\nBitch I'm buggin' I do it for 13\nTwelve and one in the head, I tote thirteen\nRob who?, Want this chain?, better pack me\nI ain't goin' for nothin'\nNig-Niggas see me, their heart start pumpin'\nThrow a shot, my adrenaline rushin'\nGlock got a switch, ain't no point in you runnin' (Runnin')\n'Cause these bullets gon' catch you\nShells so hot, burn his skin like a tattoo\nNo gun in the spot, I might go with my scapel\nYou get close and on bro, I'mma cut you\nFuck from the back, she scream, \"Daddy, I love you\"\nDnD on her phone when we rumpin'\nRough sex, almost pulled off her frontal\nDick in her guts, two strokes and she runnin'\nBack out, just to nut on her stomach\nDon't get too attached, one night and I'll dump it\nLike, bitch I'm allergic to cuffin'\nI'm still outside, movin' tact with my switch\nAnd as soon as they lack, I'ma blitz\nHop out, throw 5, 6 shots, don't miss\nI was mackin', but they got me back on my shit\nOn the 5, I be packin' the 5th\nIf a opp runnin' up, that's an opp off the list\nBig .45, and the beam got a kick\nAnd my 'ooters ready to pack if it's lit\nFriday the 13th, masked up like Jason\nIf he runnin', nigga, I'ma chase 'em\nPut the chop to his head and erase 'em\nFace-Shot-Gang, we gon' give him a face lift\nI ain't fuckin' that bitch, she basic\n65DOA, that's gang shit\nWe tryna leave a nigga on the pavement\nGTA V, yeah, we gon' leave 'em wasted\nI could do hits out a car, off a scooter\nOr Run-down-gang, they know how I maneuver\nI'm outside, with my 'ooters\nOne wrong move, then he boom you\nKeep a .9, or a Ruger\nShots fired, if I spot 'em in that Uber\nBlitz him, hit him right in his madula\nKenzo Balla, the top 3 'ooters\nCome and shake it, let's get active\nShe throwin' it at me, I'ma catch it\nIn the telly, I'm breakin' her back in\nFucked up her spine, got her screamin' and scratchin'\nCome here, let me grab it\nShe throwin' it back, act bad, she spazzin'\nAny nigga test me, but I clapped 'em\nTr-Treat a nigga like lunch, I'ma pack 'em\nHead shot, that's a lot of real damage\nPick 'em up, he need more than a band-aid\nDon't got the knock, I slice 'em like a sandwich\nOr a thot got the drop, then we takin' advantage\nI ain't lackin' I'm totin' the cannon\nI'ma start throwin' bullets, Eli Manning\nLeave a dumb nigga right where he standin'\nPut that on bro, I ain't givin' no chances\n\nAhh\nGrrah\nGrrah-grrah boom\nEvery opp shot\nAhh, ahh\nWhat the fuck\nLike what\nGrrah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Ops (feat. Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa & Dee Billz)\n  artist: FaZe Kaysan\n  duration_ms: 267000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Kaysan\n  Grrah\n  Damn YP, I know you mixed this one\n  It's Kosfinger, baby\n\n  Grrah\n  Two-Two sticks in my hand like a band, like\n  Niggas ain't oops they fans, like\n  Told bro, \"Let's go spin through they 'jects\" (Like what?)\n  Bitch I'm on feet and I'm looking for wreck, like\n  Keep a stick like I'm wit it (.30)\n  .30 stay on my side like a pet, like\n  An-And it's everything dead (Like what?)\n  He-He only tough on the net\n\n  (Grrah, grrah, grrah)\n  Like, yo Jenn, I'm tryna bend\n  Fu-Fuck a thirty, I popped me a Yellow (Yellow)\n  .10-.10 jam, he get beat with the metal (Metal)\n  No leggies, he rippin' his head off (Head off)\n  Off-Off the lean, I can't see like Hel' Keller (Keller)\n  Heard that nigga keep smokin' my dead (Grrah)\n  I'm on my block, I got one in the head\n  Graah\n  S-SV, pick up the pace (Like what?)\n  Like-Like what, don't leave no space (Don't leave no space)\n  Them niggas talkin', we see 'em (Graah-graah)\n  I-I told Jah don't leave no trace (Graah-graah boom)\n  Like, .40 gon' open his face (Like, damn)\n  And there's a knock in the V, we can't stop for the D's (D's, like)\n  Feelin' myself like I'm losin' my keys (Graah-graah)\n  K-KR, rock that V (Graah-graah, boom)\n  Like grrah\n  My chop is so hot when I'm leavin' the scene (It's Carter, dickhead)\n  Like, that boy got hit on the 13th (Like)\n  Bullets gon' hit 'em he thirsty (Damn)\n  It's this bitch on my body\n  And no she can't line me I came wit' a beam\n  Got me buggin', like \"Ooh, where the lean?\" (Bitch)\n  If he talkin' on 4's then we take 'em off feet\n  If he talkin' on 4's, brodie aim at his bean\n  And this bitch cannot line me I came with a beam\n  I'm 'ootin' at niggas, I don't need a screen (Graah)\n  And that boy an imposter, it's not what it seems\n  I'm feelin' like Curry, I shoot with both hands, nigga\n  If I step back then it's gon' be a green\n  These niggas is butt, only tough when they dream\n  When I dump the whole clip, I bet I'll make a scene, grrah\n  Too many opps got to go in the spliff\n  For y'all to realize y'all got to get back\n  Bitch and I'm always smokin' somethin' new\n  So many opp niggas dead in this pack\n  You better keep you a pole if you rappin',\n  And dissin' the dead, in your tracks\n  Nigga, big 41, bitch I got to move tact\n  And these niggas be shootin' shit only in tracks\n  Like, ayo Jenn, let's go bend\n  I'm tryna up it on him and his friends\n  Everything dead, no makin' amends\n  I'ma see red when I hop out the Benz\n  I'ma see red when I hop out the right side\n  Told bro we gon' spin at the right time\n  You know the right time, rainy, or night time\n  When I'm focused I feel like it's my time\n  Shit get spooky, Freddy Krueger\n  Bro got a .380 Ruger\n  I'm a rapper, brodie a shooter\n  He give out lessons, he a tutor (Grrah)\n  Feel like Klay, with the quickdraw\n  No taxi, hollows make 'em lift off\n  Why they act like they spinnin' my block\n  Makin' vids on the corner, like a cop\n  C Blu!\n  You could run, but you can't hide forever\n  And when we catch you, you gon' make it to heaven\n  Nev-Never lack, he get shot through the sweater\n  Give a fuck 'bout the rain or the snow\n  My niggas on timin', we slide through whatever\n  Watch your gang, niggas switch like the weather\n  Watch your bitch, they be fuckin' whoever\n  And my shells got no name, yeah, I flock at whoever\n  And I fight, knuckle up wit' whoever\n  Never duckin' no smoke, I'ma mash that\n  Never broke, 100K I could flash that\n  Niggas be poppin' they bitches, I had that\n  Back then, Drill a shot I did it often\n  Walk-Down-Gang, if he trip I'mma off 'em\n  Bitch I'm buggin' I do it for 13\n  Twelve and one in the head, I tote thirteen\n  Rob who?, Want this chain?, better pack me\n  I ain't goin' for nothin'\n  Nig-Niggas see me, their heart start pumpin'\n  Throw a shot, my adrenaline rushin'\n  Glock got a switch, ain't no point in you runnin' (Runnin')\n  'Cause these bullets gon' catch you\n  Shells so hot, burn his skin like a tattoo\n  No gun in the spot, I might go with my scapel\n  You get close and on bro, I'mma cut you\n  Fuck from the back, she scream, \"Daddy, I love you\"\n  DnD on her phone when we rumpin'\n  Rough sex, almost pulled off her frontal\n  Dick in her guts, two strokes and she runnin'\n  Back out, just to nut on her stomach\n  Don't get too attached, one night and I'll dump it\n  Like, bitch I'm allergic to cuffin'\n  I'm still outside, movin' tact with my switch\n  And as soon as they lack, I'ma blitz\n  Hop out, throw 5, 6 shots, don't miss\n  I was mackin', but they got me back on my shit\n  On the 5, I be packin' the 5th\n  If a opp runnin' up, that's an opp off the list\n  Big .45, and the beam got a kick\n  And my 'ooters ready to pack if it's lit\n  Friday the 13th, masked up like Jason\n  If he runnin', nigga, I'ma chase 'em\n  Put the chop to his head and erase 'em\n  Face-Shot-Gang, we gon' give him a face lift\n  I ain't fuckin' that bitch, she basic\n  65DOA, that's gang shit\n  We tryna leave a nigga on the pavement\n  GTA V, yeah, we gon' leave 'em wasted\n  I could do hits out a car, off a scooter\n  Or Run-down-gang, they know how I maneuver\n  I'm outside, with my 'ooters\n  One wrong move, then he boom you\n  Keep a .9, or a Ruger\n  Shots fired, if I spot 'em in that Uber\n  Blitz him, hit him right in his madula\n  Kenzo Balla, the top 3 'ooters\n  Come and shake it, let's get active\n  She throwin' it at me, I'ma catch it\n  In the telly, I'm breakin' her back in\n  Fucked up her spine, got her screamin' and scratchin'\n  Come here, let me grab it\n  She throwin' it back, act bad, she spazzin'\n  Any nigga test me, but I clapped 'em\n  Tr-Treat a nigga like lunch, I'ma pack 'em\n  Head shot, that's a lot of real damage\n  Pick 'em up, he need more than a band-aid\n  Don't got the knock, I slice 'em like a sandwich\n  Or a thot got the drop, then we takin' advantage\n  I ain't lackin' I'm totin' the cannon\n  I'ma start throwin' bullets, Eli Manning\n  Leave a dumb nigga right where he standin'\n  Put that on bro, I ain't givin' no chances\n\n  Ahh\n  Grrah\n  Grrah-grrah boom\n  Every opp shot\n  Ahh, ahh\n  What the fuck\n  Like what\n  Grrah\n"}]