[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 street

I'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