Shot Down

(Is this Glvck?) Run up on me, you get shot down Run up on me, and you gon' hear a Glock sound (grrah, grrah) Brodie, he heavy, he fresh out the box now This thot wanna lick me 'cause I got some guap now Shit, f*ck 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 with one in the head She get straight on her knees, she can't lay on my bed Lookin' for the Gz heard they want me dead Duckin' from the D's 'cause I tote the lead Brodie off of a bean, aimin' for the head No I won'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, and you gon' hear a Glock sound (grrah, grrah) Brodie, he heavy, he fresh out the box now This thot wanna lick me 'cause I got some guap now Shit, f*ck 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 walkin' with a stick I got a baddie totin' 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 shits 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 callin' his phone but he cannot pick up (and he cannot answer) Baba keep callin' me, she tryna eat F*ck all the politics, I'm in the streets I ain't with the fuckery, I'm tryna creep Ayo Kay, that's a opp duckin' 'cross the street I'm finna get him, I don't shoot from deep (His mans right there) I already peeped Clicked on his mans street (grrah, grrah) Boom, boom, boom Run up on me, you get shot down Run up on me, and you gon' hear a Glock sound (grrah, grrah) Brodie, he heavy, he fresh out the box now This thot wanna lick me 'cause I got some guap now Shit, f*ck 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