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 (Grrah)
Brodie, he hit me, he fresh out the box now (Grrah)
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 (While she drivin')
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 (Word to my)
I tote the grippy with 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 (Heard they want me gone)
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 (Grrah-grrah)
Brodie, he hit me, 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 walkin' with a stick (Uh-huh)
I got a baddie totin' on a blick (Grrah)
B Lovee got a .40 shit'll make 'em flip (Flip)
I shoot underhand, knocker got a kick (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 (Ribs up)
I'm off double cup, no, I cannot pick up (Pick up)
That boy tried to get low but them hollows tripped him
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 (I ain't with the fuckery)Ayo, Kay, that's a opp ducking across the streetI'm finna get up, I don't shoot from deep
(His mans right there) I already peeped
Clicked on his mans, (Grrah-grrah) right across the 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 (Grrah-grrah)
Brodie, he hit me, 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