[Hook - Rozz Dyliams]
Hoggin' Operationism
Laced up with hella game 206 to 707 and it ain't no thang mane
Hoggin' Operationism
Laced up with hella game 206 to 707 and it ain't no thang mane
Hoggin' Operationism
Laced up with hella game 206 to 707 and it ain't no thang mane
Hoggin' Operationism
Laced up with hella game 206 to 707 and it ain't no thang mane

[Verse 1 - Rozz Dyliams]
Hol' up mane, what you doing?
[?], is you shooting?
Cocaine, is you tooting?
You ain't human, you pollution, moving with my cutties booming
Dylan doing murder music
Ruthless just like Easy, I just get the cheese I'm getting to it
Bitch I'm clicking Rugers' German Lugers' hidden in the sewers
Seattle to Vacaville, we keep it sewed up like some sutures
Only staying true to few, these bullets enter and go through you
Money make the world go round, and rounds are zooming at you goofy
Rozzy pop a thang into that Tec, and Pizzy grip an Uzi
Do you like a torture movie, moving way to making luchi
Come and find me for the work, I get you served curbside
Fuck around with me gone have your money doing a nosedive
With my brother Gass-Pipe, flamed up, no side
Creep at night with the fog lights, grip the .45
Go so dumb, oddly numb bitch I go live
I've been pimping for my whole live, mane it's so tight
[Hook - Rozz Dyliams]
Hoggin' Operationism
Laced up with hella game 206 to 707 and it ain't no thang mane
Hoggin' Operationism
Laced up with hella game 206 to 707 and it ain't no thang mane
Hoggin' Operationism
Laced up with hella game 206 to 707 and it ain't no thang mane
Hoggin' Operationism
Laced up with hella game 206 to 707 and it ain't no thang mane

[Verse 2 - Gass-Pipe]