"operation fishnet" lyrics

Riding 'round town with my shirt off
Yeah I'm off that dope, the bitch I'm with, she off that Smirnoff
Still servin' Fentanyl, ten dogs eager to rip your face off
Youngins off that 8 ball, hope it don't throw they aim off

Yeah they hatin' on me, but they broke though
Talkin' 'bout poppin' off, got me waiting for a no show
Posted on the block like a light pole, Young Promo
Heard you got that FOMO, give 'em what this hoe want

Yeah, big tits on them big sticks, mane, you don't want the smoke
Wetto never lackin', keep my pistol loaded, trained at you
Slug in that chamber, fuck goin' how I'm goin' low
Clutchin' on that calico, pocket stick all natural

Fuck around and find out
Ain't no need for plottin', if it's smoke, you gon' die now
Walk over to Ruth's Chris, just shoot shit, then dine out
Show you where my combo
Have your momma cryin' out

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Okay, I guess it's go time
Shoot shit, big hollow tips
See make his way [?]
15 off codeine, just thuggin' on the north side
18, said fuck lean, straight heroin if we get high
White moms, they terrified
Ask around at 95, [?] mane, I'm certified
Operation Fishnet, ain't catch wet but free the guys
Six [?] like my daddy, you know I'm scrappy, and you pacified
Bipolar like my momma, I got trauma I keep classified

Heard it through the grapevine, you think I'm a scary guy
Your bitch pillow-talkin', gettin' piped down by all the guys
All that pole grippin' on IG, somebody give that man some likes
Blowfish, I'm 'bout that hype, boxed up by Sunday night

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