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no hook pt. 2 - b lovee lyrics

[intro]
(sixteen in this b*tch)
uh
gang

[verse]
she like, “b lovee, why you ain’t showin’ me love?”
i can’t show no treesh love
gotta get to the breesh, love
and the [?] gotta walk with a heater
.40 on me, sh*t boom like a speaker
they start shakin’ as soon as they see us
all these b*tches lock eyes when they see us
i’m in the hood, all good, with my feet up
tell them d*ckridin’ n*ggas, “link up”
and i ain’t with the politics, see the opps, we gotta blitz (gang, gang)
and we do got a lot of grips, see the gz, you gotta hit
feds spin through the back block, and i’m totin’ a fat glock
finna make a movie
these n*ggas be mad opps, they be talkin’ to made cops when we start shootin’
somebody please say what’s goin’ on
f*ck all the opps they put me in a song
but that sh*t is bad rap ’cause that sh*t is mad cap, i be makin’ movies
[?] with your rat ass, i put you in a rat trap, make you start movin’
she like, “b lovee, boy, you is a movie, i like the way you be shootin’ maneuver”
they sayin’ they ride, but don’t really do it
they man just got packed but what is they doin’? (what?)
nothing, go buy a shooter or somethin’
all of the opps, they be bluffin’
i f*ck a thot like it’s nothin’
i get the guap ’cause it’s nothin’
he will not pop ’cause i’m clutchin’
them n*ggas, they know about me
them n*ggas, they heard about me
gang, gang, gang
and i do not hear about ’em, so why am i scared ’bout ’em?
it don’t make sense
i’m in the field where this sh*t is real, i’m totin’ a steel, quick to let it rip
half a mil’ his bail, brodie caught a hit
no he ain’t tell, he sittin’ up and sh*t
soon as i link that hoe, i f*ck
soon as i seen them opps, i up
if you wanna fight then i can do that
i’m totin’ a glizzy, you better move back
we gon’ show you the wave
my goons is wild, they move with a glock
on call and be cautious, ’cause you can get shot
i gotta be cautious, got too many opps
she like, “b lovee you gon’ make it”, drop the jaws and then start to shake it
i shot my shot, and i think i made it
i’m off the perky, i’m feelin’ amazin’
i spent two bands on my fit, i bought three bands of new grips
n*ggas talkin’, ain’t on sh*t
i send my shooters, they gon’ blitz
hit that target, do not miss
[outro]
hit that target, do not miss
hit that target, do not miss
gang, gang, gang
ogz

- b lovee lyrics

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