WHITE OPS

[Intro] (I-I-I wanna be Militia) Yeah, yeah Yeah (Bee-bee), yeah (Bee-bee) Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Bee, bee, bee, bee, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch) Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch) [Chorus] Who the fuck told you were turnt? (Turnt) Who the fuck said it's your turn? (Brrt, brrt) Nigga want smoke, we gon' burn him (Burn, bitch) Nigga get smoked like a urn (Bah, bah, hrrt) I got rich on purpose (Woah) Her pussy taste like purp (Taste like—) All of these bitches some slurps (Yeah, yes) I hit the bitch where it hurt (Yes) I hit the bitch in the truck (Yes) I make that lil' pussy squirt (Squirt, skrrt) My new crew came with some turf (Turf, woah) Put on my chains, I'ma surf (Surf, wow) Look at my face on his shirt, huh (Woo) Fans all buyin' my merch, yeah (Yeah) I told her lift up her skirt, yeah (Woo) I'm tryna see how it work (Fuck) [Verse] She tryna fuck off a Addy, huh (Woo, woo) I'm tryna focus, I can't, huh (Woo) All I can think 'bout is stackin', huh (Stack) Now they controlling my brain, huh (Woo, woo) Had to stop bringin' these niggas around (Yeah, yeah) I know these niggas be hatin' I'm goin' all-white 'fit, goin' all-white shit (Yeah) Bitch, I'm masked up just like Bane (Blatt) Tell me who put all these niggas in white (Blatt) Fuck y'all lil' squad, yeah, them niggas gettin' wiped (Blatt, blatt, blatt) Bitches, they touchin' me, I'm gettin' raped (Blatt) I'm lyin', this lil' bitch is my type Real rockstar, I'm a real-deal raver Stacked up like Twin Towers, al-Qaeda Pass this ho, we playin' hot potato I'm hittin' hoes, then bust on her potato Yeah, rockin' Balenci' bandana, huh Rockin' Balenci' bandana, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Rockin' Balenci' bandana, yeah (Yeah) Rockin' Balenci' bandana (Yeah, yeah) I done hit all my hoes, uh (Yeah) Nigga, I went undefeated, uh (Yeah) Every day, I quote Mike Jack (Yeah, yeah) I told the lil' ho beat it (Yeah) [Chorus] Who the fuck told you were turnt? (Who the fuck?) Who the fuck said it's your turn? (Boom) Nigga want smoke, we gon' burn him (Burn, bitch) Nigga get smoked like a urn (Smoke, hrrt) I got rich on purpose (Purpose, woah) Her pussy taste like purp (Purp, it taste like—) All of these bitches some slurps (Woah) I hit the bitch where it hurt (Wow, wow, yes) I hit the bitch in the truck (Yes) I make that lil' pussy squirt (Squirt, huh) My new crew came with some turf (Turf, woah) Put on my chains, I'ma surf (Surf) Look at my face on his shirt, huh (Boom) Fans all buyin' my merch, yeah (Yeah) I told her lift up her skirt, yeah (Yeah) I'm tryna see how it work (Woo) [Bridge] Yes, I am so tired of you niggas Yes, I just might pop on a nigga Yes, I got a problem with niggas Yes, I'm tryna stop all these niggas (Woo) No, niggas not fuckin' with me (Yeah) Yes, niggas got swag from me (Yeah) Yes, I need a swag degree No, nigga can't rap like me, bitch (No) [Chorus] Who the fuck told you were turnt? (Who the fuck?) Who the fuck said it's your turn? (Boom) Nigga want smoke, we gon' burn him (Burn him, bitch) Nigga get smoked like a urn (Smoke, hrrt) I got rich on purpose (Purpose, woah) Her pussy taste like purp (Purp, it taste like—) All of these bitches some slurps (Woah) I hit the bitch where it hurt (Wow, wow, yes) [Outro] Yes, skirt (Skrrt) Turf, surf Slatt, slatt, slatt Fuck (Militia Mafia)