These bitches love, hello, grrah, like
Bitches love B-L-O-V, watch how you steppin' to me, grrah
'Cause them shooters be steppin' for me
Hoppin' out my whip and I'm parked up
Bitches love B-L-O-V, please don't forget double E
Better watch how you steppin' to me
Grrah, shooters be steppin' for me
If he bop, if he hop, if he throw up a Y, then he shot
Like, we gon' sing on the songs when he shot
Like, I've been coolin', but brodie on hots
Nigga mad 'cause we fuckin' his thot
Like, oh, he mad I got hundreds, he popped?
Like, all that cappin' and shit, tell 'em stop
Shot to his chin, make him drop
It get real on that block, so don't lack
I'm on feet, bitch, that Glocky attached
Oh, he tryna run up, let it clap
Watch him try to run up, leave him flat
Fuck the opps, guess they ain't get enough
Spinnin' blocks with the flame, make 'em duck
Hollows hot, watch 'em scream when they touch
She said that it feel like a dream when we fuck
He a trapper, I'm who he wanna be like
Bro gon' shoot at the spot if I blink twice
Man in the cut, he just wait for the green light
Evil twin with me, come see who he sweep like
That's on bro, I been stompin' forever
Free the guys, we be marchin' whoever
Oh, he said he gon' shoot up the lot?
Bitch, we got them dots, put holes in the sweater
She like, "B-Lovee, I love you a lot"
She wan' give me top, she asked me can I let her
I cannot get got and you want me to let up
I got twelve in this clip, bitch, I love a Beretta
Bitches love B-L-O-V, please don't forget double E
Better watch how you steppin' to me
Grrah, shooters be steppin' for me
If he bop, if he hop, if he throw up a Y, then he shot
Like, we gon' sing on the songs when he shot
Like, I've been coolin', but brodie on hots
Nigga mad 'cause we fuckin' his thot
Like, oh, he mad I got hundreds? He popped
Like, all that cappin' and shit, tell 'em stop
Shot to his chin, make him drop
It get real on that block, so don't lack
I'm on feet, bitch, that Glocky attached
Oh, he tryna run up, let it clap
Watch him try to run up, leave him flat
