Aye
T-TFYH
Aye
I be on Loud, I be on Bac
You niggas like zone, you hittas are ops
I'll send out a couple shots
You and you mans will get popped
I really come from that block
1 6 0 N M B
Til I drop
Had them dimes and them dubs in my socks
They ain't know that I'd turn to the ZAK
My heart knows there ain't no turning back
So I ride with that Cody like Zack
Push my engine to the muthaf*ckin' max
In and out
You won't catch me on route
You ain't nothing but a muthaf*ckin' mouse
I got Zoes that'll come to your house
You'll take your last breath
While I'm smoking a ounce
Then it's back to them routes
Cause you know
Them bills gon keep on coming
The Bac gon keep on burning
And I got flow
Studio running me numbers
Ammunition is running me numbers
I keep a Zam
What's your life like?
Is your heart cold as some dry ice?
Mind everywhere like your ADs
We turned ourselves to some bosses
That loud pack be costing
That cheap shit, don't want it
I'm tryna to be high enough to smoke with the fallen
I know all of them are with me regardless
But I keep a forty and wait for a target
I keep a forty like I keep a lighter
This time when I spark, you're the one getting higher
Road running all day got me muttin' my tires
The smoke from the gun match the one from my tires
The holes in your chest match the ones in your head
Don't need any sleep until I touch a bag
But I will sleep great knowing you in a bag
I only smoke loud, I can't hear what you saying
You fakers like zone
Hit them first at the head
No Looking back when you is moving ahead
F*ck niggas and Exs to me really dead
I pray lord forgive me for smoking the Dead
I be on Loud, I be on Bac
You hittas like zone, you hittas are ops
I'll send out a couple shots
You and you mans will get popped
I really come from that block
1 6 0 N M B
Til I drop
Had them dimes and them dubs in my socks
They ain't know that I'd turn to the ZAK
My heart knows there ain't no turning back
So I ride with that Cody like Zack
Push my engine to the muthaf*ckin' max
In and out
You won't catch me on route
You ain't nothing but a muthaf*ckin' mouse
I got Zoes that'll come to your house
Tfyh Real - Letter to the Ops Lyrics
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Aye
T-TFYH
Aye
I be on Loud, I be on Bac
You niggas like zone, you hittas are ops
I'll send out a couple shots
You and you mans will get popped
I really come from that block
1 6 0 N M B
Til I drop
Had them dimes and them dubs in my socks
They ain't know that I'd turn to the ZAK
My heart knows there ain't no turning back
So I ride with that Cody like Zack
Push my engine to the muthaf*ckin' max
In and out
You won't catch me on route
You ain't nothing but a muthaf*ckin' mouse
I got Zoes that'll come to your house
You'll take your last breath
While I'm smoking a ounce
Then it's back to them routes
Cause you know
Them bills gon keep on coming
The Bac gon keep on burning
And I got flow
Studio running me numbers
Ammunition is running me numbers
I keep a Zam
What's your life like?
Is your heart cold as some dry ice?
Mind everywhere like your ADs
We turned ourselves to some bosses
That loud pack be costing
That cheap shit, don't want it
I'm tryna to be high enough to smoke with the fallen
I know all of them are with me regardless
But I keep a forty and wait for a target
I keep a forty like I keep a lighter
This time when I spark, you're the one getting higher
Road running all day got me muttin' my tires
The smoke from the gun match the one from my tires
The holes in your chest match the ones in your head
Don't need any sleep until I touch a bag
But I will sleep great knowing you in a bag
I only smoke loud, I can't hear what you saying
You fakers like zone
Hit them first at the head
No Looking back when you is moving ahead
F*ck niggas and Exs to me really dead
I pray lord forgive me for smoking the Dead
I be on Loud, I be on Bac
You hittas like zone, you hittas are ops
I'll send out a couple shots
You and you mans will get popped
I really come from that block
1 6 0 N M B
Til I drop
Had them dimes and them dubs in my socks
They ain't know that I'd turn to the ZAK
My heart knows there ain't no turning back
So I ride with that Cody like Zack
Push my engine to the muthaf*ckin' max
In and out
You won't catch me on route
You ain't nothing but a muthaf*ckin' mouse
I got Zoes that'll come to your house
T-TFYH
Aye
I be on Loud, I be on Bac
You niggas like zone, you hittas are ops
I'll send out a couple shots
You and you mans will get popped
I really come from that block
1 6 0 N M B
Til I drop
Had them dimes and them dubs in my socks
They ain't know that I'd turn to the ZAK
My heart knows there ain't no turning back
So I ride with that Cody like Zack
Push my engine to the muthaf*ckin' max
In and out
You won't catch me on route
You ain't nothing but a muthaf*ckin' mouse
I got Zoes that'll come to your house
You'll take your last breath
While I'm smoking a ounce
Then it's back to them routes
Cause you know
Them bills gon keep on coming
The Bac gon keep on burning
And I got flow
Studio running me numbers
Ammunition is running me numbers
I keep a Zam
What's your life like?
Is your heart cold as some dry ice?
Mind everywhere like your ADs
We turned ourselves to some bosses
That loud pack be costing
That cheap shit, don't want it
I'm tryna to be high enough to smoke with the fallen
I know all of them are with me regardless
But I keep a forty and wait for a target
I keep a forty like I keep a lighter
This time when I spark, you're the one getting higher
Road running all day got me muttin' my tires
The smoke from the gun match the one from my tires
The holes in your chest match the ones in your head
Don't need any sleep until I touch a bag
But I will sleep great knowing you in a bag
I only smoke loud, I can't hear what you saying
You fakers like zone
Hit them first at the head
No Looking back when you is moving ahead
F*ck niggas and Exs to me really dead
I pray lord forgive me for smoking the Dead
I be on Loud, I be on Bac
You hittas like zone, you hittas are ops
I'll send out a couple shots
You and you mans will get popped
I really come from that block
1 6 0 N M B
Til I drop
Had them dimes and them dubs in my socks
They ain't know that I'd turn to the ZAK
My heart knows there ain't no turning back
So I ride with that Cody like Zack
Push my engine to the muthaf*ckin' max
In and out
You won't catch me on route
You ain't nothing but a muthaf*ckin' mouse
I got Zoes that'll come to your house
Writer: Remy Marseille
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