OG CHE$$ - Blacc Ops lyrics

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream] It's the black out Shoot a n***a, black ops We ball like the black tops Invade, you could catch a fade like Flattops, the gats out Caught him on the back route Willie Manchester on Hoover Blew his back out Spazz out the Spice Lane Stash the guns at Lance house Spending [?] to fill our lungs until we f**ing pa** out Fo's on the gla** house Pop trunk, wave in the turning lane Yeah, you could say I showed my a** out Sip codeine like I'm sick, I got the fever flu Your b**h on my line, she [?] like the beavers do Stop tryna' rap cool, you not a f**ing freezer fool You think you cool? n***a I'll show you what the heater do Bang em' up, squeeze and move Rocket power, Pikachu Make you [?] at night With the Nick Cannon like cartoons MF Doom, [?] feeling doper than a bag of shrooms Kream Click Gang, stay strapped, orthopedic shoes [Hook: Pusha T] Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind [Verse 2: OG Che$$] I'm in that gold Benz, call me king [?] hoe Your b**h try to s** my dick but she ain't asked me tho' My n***a travy, Granddaddy had a Cadi' We used to ride in that hoe till we got the Benz I was 'bout to start approaching till I got some mends These girls wiley, I'm feeling like [?] I'm f**ing slonky, the three chicks at the party Oh well, ask my white friend Mike Lowrey These n***as [?], and Maxo k** a n***a Put that Tommy to their head, I bet he'll figure But me, I'm just one little cute n***a That be macking hoes Like to do it in them Reeboks, but them Nikes though? I don't know man, something 'bout them Nikes bro My closet abstract as that fashion show You was at [?] just like a track ago, b**h [Hook: Pusha T] Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind