Bitch I Operate Lyrics - Singles - Mbest11x

We might be crazy 

We might be drunk 

We're sipping on whisky 

And now here we come 

And we're riding dirty 

This might be fate 

Three words are for your face 

Bitch I Operate 

Wake up in the morning and I'm feeling kinda fresh 

Five pounds of bacon on my motherfucking chest 

Carbon stained pillows, hands smell like lead 

Under my mattress, gun safe is my bed 

Loaded up mags just ready to blast 

ISIS flag wanna wipe my ass 

Blow-out kit with my speed ball bag 

Dressed up in my tactical swag 

Looked in my pocks and found zero fucks 

Until I pulled out my custom Glocks 

Even wore Multicams to my first date 

Wait, what? 

Bitch I Operate 

We might be crazy 

We might be drunk 

We're sipping on whisky 

And now here we come 

And we're riding dirty 

This might be fate 

Three words are for your face 

Bitch I Operate 

Bitch I Operate 

Bitch I Operate 

Chilling at the range, fire rate sustained 

Lead showers, wanna make it rain 

C-clamp like a motherfucking boss hog 

Got my patches, didn't you, on my damn dog 

Two in the morning doing CQB 

Tip-toeing down the hallway 

Shh, my wife might hear me 

Got my Instagram game on locks 

Especially gun bunnies be drooling on my cock 

Got the whole crew like 

(unintelligible) 

When I drop loads, they're always suppressed 

People say haters gonna hate 

I'm just like 

Bitch I Operate 

We might be crazy 

We might be drunk 

We're sipping on whisky 

And now here we come 

And we're riding dirty 

This might be fate 

Three words are for your face 

Bitch I Operate 

Bitch I Operate 

Bitch I Operate