[Intro: Luke Steele & B Lovee] Is it real now? Two people become one Is it real now? (Ahh, grrah, grrah) Two people become—
[Chorus: B Lovee] Pop a thot, that's just how I get started I been tweakin', I been feeling heartless Spot an opp and start acting retarded Shit get tact', put the dot on the target And I'm not with the media shit And that .44 be knocking, he slide through, we cheesin' his whip I could never believe me a bitch I could never be slippin', bitch, I keep the heat by the hip (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Bro said he could see by the limp I be fuckin' on hoes after hoes, they might think I'm a pimp I just hope they don't think I'm a lick, Glocky'll hold like 2-3 in the clip Spinnin' block after block tryna see if it's lit Sendin' shot after shot, green beam won't miss Niggas cappin', but let's talk about it Like that ratchet, I can't walk without it
[Verse: B Lovee] Do a hit, brodie walk up on feet He got blitzed tryna walk up on me 2 knock's, 2 goons tryna hawk us a G I'm too sturdy when I'm off the drink Oh she thirsty? Get low when she drink Brodie thirsty, he don't even think Said he snatchin' my chain, okay, that's what he think Nigga dumb, better ask what he drink Finger numb, I click fast how he blink Beat it up, got her ass on the sink Ran it up, hunnid racks in the bank Throwback, I tote the mac in the mink And I don't do the talkin' too much Bro told me chill, I was tossin' too much I got knocked, I was totin' too much Feeling like Diddy, he was always too clutch On a drill, I get in and I'm out Spin again, take a trip to his house He turned rat, got to pickin' 'em out All Dior, I be drippin' it out He move wock then the stick comin' out Bullets they hit him, blood drip through his mouth Ask about it, I get active like with or without it Ask about it, get to curvin' a bitch if she childish Get to blowing the shit, tryna down him Niggas envy and shit but I'm 'bout it, got him pouting She elite, I'm in love with her mouth Too elite how I blitz, I be huntin' him down Shit a dream, now I'm runnin' the down I come straight from the hood, I was young and runnin' 'em down
[Chorus: B Lovee] Pop a thot, that's just how I get started I been tweakin', I been feeling heartless Spot an opp and start acting retarded Shit get tact', put the dot on the target And I'm not with the media shit And that .44 be knocking, he slide through, we cheesin' his whip I could never believe me a bitch I could never be slippin', bitch, I keep the heat by the hip (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Bro said he could see by the limp I be fuckin' on hoes after hoes, they might think I'm a pimp I just hope they don't think I'm a lick, Glocky'll hold like 2-3 in the clip Spinnin' block after block tryna see if it's lit Sendin' shot after shot, green beam won't miss Niggas cappin', but let's talk about it Like that ratchet, I can't walk without it
[Outro] Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah Ahh, grrah, grrahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
