(Is this Glvck?)
Run up on me, you get shot down
Run up on me, and you gon' hear a Glock sound (grrah, grrah)
Brodie, he heavy, he fresh out the box now
This thot wanna lick me 'cause I got some guap now
Shit, fuck all the opps, 'cause I got the spot now
Two-hundred the views, they all on my cock now
I got lay great, so I keep a Glock 'round
Brrt-da-boom, you all in a box now
Throw up the O's while she drivin' the boat
Deep in the streets, I be movin' like Ghost
Got caught with the heat, 'cause it poke through the coat
Better not push up on me, get put on a post
And that's word to my dead
I tote the grippy with one in the head
She get straight on her knees, she can't lay on my bed
Lookin' for the Gz heard they want me dead
Duckin' from the D's 'cause I tote the lead
Brodie off of a bean, aimin' for the head
No I won't repeat it, you heard what I said
Brodie caught a hit then he had to fled
Uh-huh
Run up on me, you get shot down
Run up on me, and you gon' hear a Glock sound (grrah, grrah)
Brodie, he heavy, he fresh out the box now
This thot wanna lick me 'cause I got some guap now
Shit, fuck all the opps, 'cause I got the spot now
Two-hundred the views, they all on my cock now
I got lay great, so I keep a Glock 'round
Brrt-da-boom, you all in a box now
I keep a knocker walkin' with a stick
I got a baddie totin' on a blick
B Lovee got a .40 shit'll make 'em flip
I shoot underhand, knocker got a kick
That choppa go, "Grrah," if they tryna blitz us
We caught up in traffic, that boy thought he missed us
Hollows they hit him, them shits fucked his ribs up
I'm off double cup, no I cannot pick up
That boy tried to get Lovee but them hallows tripped 'em
They keep callin' his phone but he cannot pick up (and he cannot answer)
Baba keep callin' me, she tryna eat
Fuck all the politics, I'm in the streets
I ain't with the fuckery, I'm tryna creep
Ayo Kay, that's a opp duckin' 'cross the street
I'm finna get him, I don't shoot from deep
(His mans right there) I already peeped
Clicked on his mans street (grrah, grrah)
Boom, boom, boom
Run up on me, you get shot down
Run up on me, and you gon' hear a Glock sound (grrah, grrah)
Brodie, he heavy, he fresh out the box now
This thot wanna lick me 'cause I got some guap now
Shit, fuck all the opps, 'cause I got the spot now
Two-hundred the views, they all on my cock now
I got lay great, so I keep a Glock 'round
Brrt-da-boom, you all in a box now
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
So I keep a Glocky
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Shot Down - B-Lovee
