[Intro]
Yo Lincoln's Box Seats up in this motherfucker
We 'bout to blow your mind
Woo, haha, get the fuck up

[Chorus]
We might be crazy
We might be drunk
We're sippin' on whiskey
And now here we come
And we're ridin' dirty
His must be [?]
Three words are for your face
Bitch I operate

[Verse 1]
Wake up in the mornin' and I'm feelin' kinda fresh
Five pounds of bacon on my motherfuckin' 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 when I wipe my ass
Blow-out kit with my speed ball bag
Dressed up in my tactical swag
Looked in my pocket and found zero fucks
Until I pulled out my custom Glocks
Even wore Multicams to my first date
Wait, what?
Bitch I operate

[Chorus]
We might be crazy
We might be drunk
We're sipping on whiskey
And now here we come
And we're ridin' dirty
His must be [?]
Three words are for your face
Bitch I operate
Bitch I operate
Bitch I operate

[Verse 2]
Chillin' at the range, fire rate sustained
Lead showers, wanna make it rain
C-clamp like a motherfuckin' Boss Hogg
Got my patches, didn't you, on my damn dog
Two in the morning doing CQB
Tip-toein' down the hallway
Shh, my wife might hear me
Got my Instagram game on locks
Especially gun bunnies be droolin' on my cock
Got the whole crew like "We the best"
When I drop loads, they're always suppressed
People say haters gonna hate
I'm just like
Bitch I operate

[Chorus]
We might be crazy
We might be drunk
We're sipping on whiskey
And now here we come
And we're riding dirty
His must be [?]
Three words are for your face
Bitch I operate
Bitch I operate
Bitch I operate