Kay Flock, B-Lovee - Shot Down lyrics
[Kay Flock, B-Lovee - Shot Down lyrics]
(Is this Glvck?)
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
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
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
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 shit's 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
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
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
So I keep a Glocky
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
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
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
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 shit's 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
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
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
So I keep a Glocky