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 must be fame
 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 matress, 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 must be fame
 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
 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
 We're bad
 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 must be fame
 Three words are for your face
 Bitch I Operate
 Bitch I Operate
 Bitch I Operate