Shot Down (feat. Kay Flock)

(Is this Glvck?) 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 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 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 (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 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 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, (frrah-grrah) right across the street Boom, boom, boom 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 Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang So I keep a Glocky