Anbu Black Ops -Freestyle- by Kesh Sciandra Lyrics
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Anbu Black Ops -Freestyle- {Prod. By KillSol}
“Hit him again.”
“Kesh, I don’t think we needa shoot him anymore, he’s bleedin’ out bro.”
”Hit him again, I don’t give a fuck about none of that.”
“Yeh, hit him again.”
“kesh, he’s dead lets just get the fuck out of here bro.”
“I dont give a fuck, shoot him again.”
While I’m here, I’m finna bathe in these riches, fuckin’ bitches, just found some gold imma keep diggin’
{Imma keep diggin’}
Fuck the clout, I just need some loud &’ a bItch ta go down
Make her knees touch the ground, while my mind touch the clouds
What’s that sound ?
Dead silence, kill you quietly it’s nothin’ I got my license, but my gang some tyrants, come at you crazy like some fuckIn‘ Titans
Try fightin’
My brothas born in violence, I’m tellin’ you don’t try it, I’m not fuckin’ lyin’ leave you dead &’ your whole family cryin’ send you flyin’ I love the sight of blood
{drip} {drop}
&’ I love the sight of your bitch on my cock, after she give me top, bust on her top
Give the bitch my Glock, have her send shots off at your spot, call her back, hand her rocks, have her slang on the block, hurry up bitch, tic toc, you don’t got all day, where my pay ? Don’t play. Don’t make the mistake &’ run away, my other bitches comin’ your way, watch it bae, my other bitches strapped up w/ Ks &’ they ready to spray at your face
All my bitches specially trained by the Anbu Black Ops
Me &’ my brothers the Anbu Black Ops
We shoot at every angle &’ we don‘t miss any ops
We holdin’ sharp blades &’ 40 Glocks
Wassgood ?
You got a problem ?
We all aim, then let em’ pop
Anbu Black Ops -Freestyle- {Prod. By KillSol}
“Hit him again.”
“Kesh, I don’t think we needa shoot him anymore, he’s bleedin’ out bro.”
”Hit him again, I don’t give a fuck about none of that.”
“Yeh, hit him again.”
“kesh, he’s dead lets just get the fuck out of here bro.”
“I dont give a fuck, shoot him again.”
While I’m here, I’m finna bathe in these riches, fuckin’ bitches, just found some gold imma keep diggin’
{Imma keep diggin’}
Fuck the clout, I just need some loud &’ a bItch ta go down
Make her knees touch the ground, while my mind touch the clouds
What’s that sound ?
Dead silence, kill you quietly it’s nothin’ I got my license, but my gang some tyrants, come at you crazy like some fuckIn‘ Titans
Try fightin’
My brothas born in violence, I’m tellin’ you don’t try it, I’m not fuckin’ lyin’ leave you dead &’ your whole family cryin’ send you flyin’ I love the sight of blood
{drip} {drop}
&’ I love the sight of your bitch on my cock, after she give me top, bust on her top
Give the bitch my Glock, have her send shots off at your spot, call her back, hand her rocks, have her slang on the block, hurry up bitch, tic toc, you don’t got all day, where my pay ? Don’t play. Don’t make the mistake &’ run away, my other bitches comin’ your way, watch it bae, my other bitches strapped up w/ Ks &’ they ready to spray at your face
All my bitches specially trained by the Anbu Black Ops
Me &’ my brothers the Anbu Black Ops
We shoot at every angle &’ we don‘t miss any ops
We holdin’ sharp blades &’ 40 Glocks
Wassgood ?
You got a problem ?
We all aim, then let em’ pop