[Intro: B-Lovee]
Uh-huh

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
She tryna fuck cause I'm lit
I got a new 40. and it came with a stick (Uh-huh)
He tryna dodge then he tripped
I'ma keep clicking till there's no more on this clip
They know what's up
I keep it with me that knocker be tuck (Grahh)
She keep on staring, my pockets are stuffed
Two pretty girls and they both wanna fuck
I'm number one
My opps wanna be me
I keep a gun cause my opps wanna leave me
Brodie a shooter he swear it's the D-League
Brodie a ooter' he aim from the Fiji (What?)
I got that gualla on me
And n***as be piling on me
So I keep it tuck
Brodie he gone off a pill
And now he gone look for a kill
Them boys outta luck (Them boys outta luck)

[Verse 1: B-Lovee]
Shoot me an opp n***a watch him collapse (Uh-huh)
Spin through the lo' tryna catch us some wreck
She a lil hoe she gone give me that neck
I'm a lil hoe I'ma get in her chest
They peep the growth they tryna give checks
I swear to God my opps wanna beat me
They in the stu' they making diss tracks
I swear to God they don't wanna see me
If you move wock' you can get shot twice
Please do not cap on the book for that spotlight
I'm not fuckin' your bitch, no she ain't my type
Run up on me, you get put on the highlight
[Verse 2: B-Lovee]
Push up on me, you get put on the news
I done been through some shit, you can't walk through my shoes
Sticky situation, wanna know what to do
But I know what to do and I know how to shoot
He moving wrong, he get shot out his shoes
Swervin' in the Lamb' truck, actin' new
Somewhere in the hills, smokin' on some Lotti
(Somewhere in the hills, smokin' on some Lotti)
Brodie on they heels, tryna catch a body
(Brodie on they heels, tryna catch a body)
Uh-huh, they know what's up
He flashing gualla, make him give it up (Gimme that)

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
She tryna fuck 'cause I'm lit
I got a new 40. and it came with a stick
He tryna dodge then he tripped
I'ma keep clickin' 'til there's no more on this clip
They know what's up
I keep it with me, that knocker be tuck
She keep on staring, my pockets are stuffed
Two pretty girls and they both wanna fuck
I'm number one, my opps wanna be me
I keep a gun 'cause my opps wanna leave me
Brodie a shooter, he swear it's the D-League
Brodie a ooter, he aim from the Fiji
I got that gualla on me
And n***as be piling on me
So I keep it tucked
Brodie he gone off a pill
And now he gone look for a kill
Them boys out of luck
[Outro: B-Lovee]
Them boys outta luck
They better not trip up