MBest11x - b**h I Operate lyrics

We might be crazy We might be drunk We're sipping on whisky And now here we come And we're riding dirty This might be fate Three words are for your face b**h I Operate Wake up in the morning and I'm feeling kinda fresh Five pounds of bacon on my motherf**ing chest Carbon stained pillows, hands smell like lead Under my mattress, gun safe is my bed Loaded up mags just ready to blast ISIS flag wanna wipe my a** Blow-out kit with my speed ball bag Dressed up in my tactical swag Looked in my pocks and found zero f**s Until I pulled out my custom Glocks Even wore Multicams to my first date Wait, what? b**h I Operate We might be crazy We might be drunk We're sipping on whisky And now here we come And we're riding dirty This might be fate Three words are for your face b**h I Operate b**h I Operate b**h I Operate Chilling at the range, fire rate sustained Lead showers, wanna make it rain C-clamp like a motherf**ing boss hog Got my patches, didn't you, on my damn dog Two in the morning doing CQB Tip-toeing down the hallway Shh, my wife might hear me Got my Instagram game on locks Especially gun bunnies be drooling on my co*k Got the whole crew like (unintelligible) When I drop loads, they're always suppressed People say haters gonna hate I'm just like b**h I Operate We might be crazy We might be drunk We're sipping on whisky And now here we come And we're riding dirty This might be fate Three words are for your face b**h I Operate b**h I Operate b**h I Operate