Call the ops Yeah—Pussy I got ice on my wrist(ice) Just like my bitch She limpin round here like she got smacked by will smith I thought it was a myth She took my kids(like) I put a gun to her house But she had bids I flew a choppa round her ass It had mass I popped it with a nail and it landed on the grass She called the ops(call the ops) But it was props Choppa shot em down and they landed in the pots Shit got them runnin When we is gunning They just got caught when we are overrunning I got caught late at night I got the ops in sight(dead) They said that if we run that they gonna have to fight Shit got me high Though I was shy But she got me runnin and I gave her cream pie Yeah