B Lovee - Shot Down

[Intro]
(Is this Glvck?)

[Chorus: B Lovee]
Run up on me, you get shot down
Run up on me, you gon' hear a Glock sound
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

[Verse 1: B Lovee]
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 put one in the head
She get straight on her knees, she can't lay on my bed
Looking for the Gz heard they want me dead
Ducking from the D's 'cause I tote the lead
Brodie off of a bean, aiming for the head
No I don't repeat it you heard what I said
Brodie caught a hit then he had to fled
Uh-huh

[Chorus: B Lovee]
Run up on me, you get shot down
Run up on me, you gon' hear a Glock sound
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

[Verse 2: Kay Flock & B Lovee]
I keep a knocker walking with a stick
I got a baddie tote'n 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 calling his phone but he cannot pick up
Baba keep calling 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 ducking across the street
I'm finna get him, I don't shoot from deep
(His mans right there) I already peeped
Clicked on his mans, (Grrah, grrah) street
Boom, boom, boom

[Chorus: B Lovee]
Run up on me, you get shot down
Run up on me, you gon' hear a Glock sound
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

[Outro: B Lovee]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
So I keep a Glocky