Through the Coat lyrics

[Intro: B-Lovee, Glvck]
They like B-Lovee you hot Glock pokin' through your coat
16 in this b*tch- 16 in this-

[Verse 1: B-Lovee]
They like B-Lovee you hot Glock pokin' through my coat
Creep on the opps somebody gotta go
I got what you want but it's not for the lo'
n*ggas they talking but don't want no smoke
f*ck on a thot then I'm sending her home
Broski he with me he ready to go
I pop a perc and I get in my zone
I got the henny she finna get with me
Just got the fifty we finna get jiggy
It's time for the action n*ggas know I get busy
This perky is slapping i'm going for fifty
I'm going for fifty man i'm on some deep sh*t
Shorty she throwing her neck on some freak sh*t
Shorty she slid up her dress when she see me
Got on her knees tryna swallow my semen
And that b*tch she know I'm a demon
I get to the gualla she said that she need me
The sh*t they say on the net they don’t mean it look
n*ggas they run when they see me
I got the choppa you know I'ma squeeze it
Shoot at his matha you know I'ma leave him
He tryna hide he ain't know that I seeked him
Broski gon' slide even though I don't need him
[Pre-Chorus: B-Lovee]
I'm in my zone number one I'mma lead her
She keep calling my phone cause she know I don't need her
n*ggas won't play with me bro cause they know I'ma leave him
n*ggas won't talk to me wrong cause they know I tote heaters
I get in my zone and these n*ggas get scared and I been on my own for some years I'm still here
Choppa let lose watch these b*tch n*ggas duck
I like watching these b*tch n*ggas run

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
b*tch n*gga what?
PJ he with me he totin' the gun
Look, I dare a b*tch n*gga front
Put his ass right on a T-Shirt
I'm chilling with her smoking runtz
She tryna take off my T-Shirt
A couple bands for me to calm
Yeah, y'all know how we work
40. on me don't get dumb
Yeah, he finna be asked out
No homo if he try to run, them hollows be blowing his back out

[Verse 2: B-Lovee]
I'm shooting n*ggas just for fun
Yeah, I really do act out
I pop a perky and I'm dumb
Yeah, I'm gon' go spazz out
I'm calling ‘em racks out, look she pulling her ass out
Now I'm blowing her back out
Choppa gon' make a brahhzz sound
[Verse 3: B-Lovee]
They like B-Lovee you hot choppa poke' through your coat
Told em' n*ggas that I already know
n*gga I'm way I ain't duckin' no smoke
40. on me and this sh*t gon' blow
b*tch is a thottie got her on her knees
Broski is swervin' got low from the Ds
n*ggas they talking but don't wanna see me