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Apollo? Right
Clockin' the ops through the scope, call it optics
Couple sights on me, different options
Red dot to the holographic, running with the static
Shrooms magic, codeine wreaking havoc, vodka Slavic
Swiss watch Patek, Swiss knife in your stomach, stab it
Enough of your shit, I've had it, open season, duck season, rabbit
See the cash I'ma grab it, never letting go once I have it
Yes the strap is automatic (automatic)
Coming at 'em warp speed, intercept course on an Interceptor
Pimp with no cane, I kept a scepter
And it's a pole, body part separator
Wave bye bye to the hearse, see you later
Ignoring all the haters
They pissed I got the paper, and they pissed I'm in the papers
Every newscast, internet article, breaking physics particle
I'm a star they oughta know
Audemars to auto malls
They oughta pay respect to the chief, Wolf Robes
Got Wolf Gang on Tyler Goblin mode
Gobblin' all these pills
All these bars of the psychoactive psilocybin, chocolate
Nike military boots, I'ma stomp shit
I'ma stomp shit, turn this to a mosh pit
Saying bro you lost it, bitch I don't care what the cost is
I'ma cop it, I'ma cop it, PJ high as f*ck, flying in a cockpit
Yeah
Clock in the ops through the scope, call it optics
Couple sights on me, different options
When I pull up uh, I'm gonna start shit
Sending bullet holes, got they wig split
Flying high as f*ck in the cockpit
Too turnt bitch, you know I'm gonna go and stomp shit
Pull up to the mosh pit, I got that Glock 26 rocket
Make these pussy boys nauseous (nauseous)
Man I got that murder on my mind, murder on my mind
Pull up with the gang and you know you gonna die
Talking out yo neck, I should cut it with a knife
Du du du du du, then he's gone for the night, yeah
Suicide blunts, dirty blunts, what I'm rolling wit
Slaughter these hoes, how I'm saucing it, popping hits
Now apocalypse, aiming at her tits, yeah
You're a pussy like your bitch
Yeah
Clock in the ops through the scope, call it optics
Couple sights on me, different options
When I pull up uh, I'm gonna start shit
Sending bullet holes, got they wig split
ALL THE CXRNAGE - OPTICS Lyrics
ALL THE CXRNAGE - OPTICS Lyrics
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AnimalTribeClub
Apollo? Right
Clockin' the ops through the scope, call it optics
Couple sights on me, different options
Red dot to the holographic, running with the static
Shrooms magic, codeine wreaking havoc, vodka Slavic
Swiss watch Patek, Swiss knife in your stomach, stab it
Enough of your shit, I've had it, open season, duck season, rabbit
See the cash I'ma grab it, never letting go once I have it
Yes the strap is automatic (automatic)
Coming at 'em warp speed, intercept course on an Interceptor
Pimp with no cane, I kept a scepter
And it's a pole, body part separator
Wave bye bye to the hearse, see you later
Ignoring all the haters
They pissed I got the paper, and they pissed I'm in the papers
Every newscast, internet article, breaking physics particle
I'm a star they oughta know
Audemars to auto malls
They oughta pay respect to the chief, Wolf Robes
Got Wolf Gang on Tyler Goblin mode
Gobblin' all these pills
All these bars of the psychoactive psilocybin, chocolate
Nike military boots, I'ma stomp shit
I'ma stomp shit, turn this to a mosh pit
Saying bro you lost it, bitch I don't care what the cost is
I'ma cop it, I'ma cop it, PJ high as f*ck, flying in a cockpit
Yeah
Clock in the ops through the scope, call it optics
Couple sights on me, different options
When I pull up uh, I'm gonna start shit
Sending bullet holes, got they wig split
Flying high as f*ck in the cockpit
Too turnt bitch, you know I'm gonna go and stomp shit
Pull up to the mosh pit, I got that Glock 26 rocket
Make these pussy boys nauseous (nauseous)
Man I got that murder on my mind, murder on my mind
Pull up with the gang and you know you gonna die
Talking out yo neck, I should cut it with a knife
Du du du du du, then he's gone for the night, yeah
Suicide blunts, dirty blunts, what I'm rolling wit
Slaughter these hoes, how I'm saucing it, popping hits
Now apocalypse, aiming at her tits, yeah
You're a pussy like your bitch
Yeah
Clock in the ops through the scope, call it optics
Couple sights on me, different options
When I pull up uh, I'm gonna start shit
Sending bullet holes, got they wig split
Apollo? Right
Clockin' the ops through the scope, call it optics
Couple sights on me, different options
Red dot to the holographic, running with the static
Shrooms magic, codeine wreaking havoc, vodka Slavic
Swiss watch Patek, Swiss knife in your stomach, stab it
Enough of your shit, I've had it, open season, duck season, rabbit
See the cash I'ma grab it, never letting go once I have it
Yes the strap is automatic (automatic)
Coming at 'em warp speed, intercept course on an Interceptor
Pimp with no cane, I kept a scepter
And it's a pole, body part separator
Wave bye bye to the hearse, see you later
Ignoring all the haters
They pissed I got the paper, and they pissed I'm in the papers
Every newscast, internet article, breaking physics particle
I'm a star they oughta know
Audemars to auto malls
They oughta pay respect to the chief, Wolf Robes
Got Wolf Gang on Tyler Goblin mode
Gobblin' all these pills
All these bars of the psychoactive psilocybin, chocolate
Nike military boots, I'ma stomp shit
I'ma stomp shit, turn this to a mosh pit
Saying bro you lost it, bitch I don't care what the cost is
I'ma cop it, I'ma cop it, PJ high as f*ck, flying in a cockpit
Yeah
Clock in the ops through the scope, call it optics
Couple sights on me, different options
When I pull up uh, I'm gonna start shit
Sending bullet holes, got they wig split
Flying high as f*ck in the cockpit
Too turnt bitch, you know I'm gonna go and stomp shit
Pull up to the mosh pit, I got that Glock 26 rocket
Make these pussy boys nauseous (nauseous)
Man I got that murder on my mind, murder on my mind
Pull up with the gang and you know you gonna die
Talking out yo neck, I should cut it with a knife
Du du du du du, then he's gone for the night, yeah
Suicide blunts, dirty blunts, what I'm rolling wit
Slaughter these hoes, how I'm saucing it, popping hits
Now apocalypse, aiming at her tits, yeah
You're a pussy like your bitch
Yeah
Clock in the ops through the scope, call it optics
Couple sights on me, different options
When I pull up uh, I'm gonna start shit
Sending bullet holes, got they wig split
Writer: Riley Melgoza, Mateo Ortiz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid