One Mic Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: B-Lovee]
Grrah (Grrah)
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom (Boom)
Uh-huh
Is this Glvck?

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
I hit the Lotti, now I’m feelin’ different (And I'm feelin-)
Pop a perc and then go on a mission (Then go on-)
Two Goons, two guns, can’t miss 'em (Won't miss 'em)
Bet he hop when them shots don’t miss him (Grrah-grrah)
I know a opp with a thot as a sister (Treesha)
Got a dot on my Glock, can’t miss him (Won't miss 'em)
My brodie, he thuggin’ and buggin’ (He thuggin' and buggin')
He see the opps, he ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’ (Uh-huh)
Oh, you active 'cause you tote a gun? ('Cause you tote a what?)
b*tch, I’m active 'cause I let it dump ('Cause I really shoot it)
And this thotty active, like, she wanna rump
Thotties on thotties, I’m just havin’ fun
Knockas on knockas if he try to front (If he try to-)
I don’t go for alley's, I go for the dunk
Leave his ass flat by the base line
Brodie get to shootin’, no, he don’t waste time (Waste time)

[Verse 1: B-Lovee]
And I keep that sh*t by the waste line (Uh-huh)
And I’m uppin’ it quick, like I’m Wick (Like I'm Wick)
She act boujee, I just wanna hit (I just wanna f*ck)
Brodie locked 'cause he just did a hit
I did a lot so I’m stuck in this sh*t (Stuck in this sh*t)
And when I see the opps, I be dumpin’ and sh*t (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
If it’s up then we leavin’ it there (Then we leavin' it there)
Like my steak done medium rare (Medium rare)
Redbone, Light skin, weave in her hair (Weave in her sh*t)
Give her check then she leavin’ em there
Brodie, walk up, creep from the rear (Creepin' up far)
Too smooth, he ain’t see he was there (Grra-hgrrah)
Subi ball like PG (Ballin' like he 30)
Pop out, he like 3D (Pop out, he like, "What?")
If he run, I be hittin’ his figi (He get hit in his matha)
Thotties, they pop out, they just wanna see me, like (Uh-huh)
Feelin’ like I'm Weezy (Like)
No Young Money, but I get the guala (But I get that guala)
You wanna f*ck? Gotta pay by the hour (Gotta pay by the)
He a bum, need to give him a dollar (Like, damn)
Boy, you can run, but them bullets gon’ shower (Grrah)
You like forty, we know you a coward (Coward)
Up this .40, like, you better move (You better move)
Off the Henny, don’t f*ck up my mood
[Verse 2: Sha EK]
Uh-huh
Off the henny, don't f*ck up my bop
A lot of sh*t changed since Shoot or Get Shot
Die Y, you know I'ma ride for my block (Die Y)
Once they talk on B-Diddy, bodies gotta drop
51st, I'm tryna bend that sh*t
Every shot in this clip, I'ma send that sh*t (Bow-bow-bow)
I put the O to the Y and the O to the G
But I had to the end that sh*t
Think you active 'cause you got a sitchy?
I'm wit' the Oz and the 150 'Rippies
n*ggas dumb if they ever gon' get me
Last n*gga got shot four times tryna blitz me
See the opps and I'm stacked to the top
"How you famous and still tryna flock?"
'Cause I really rap what I live
I can't die on my strip, I can't go out like G-Pop

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
I hit the Lotti, now I’m feelin’ different (And I'm feelin-)
Pop a perc and then go on a mission (Then go to the opps)
Two goons, two guns, can’t miss em (Two goons, two g-)
Bet he hop when them shots don’t miss him (Bet he hop)
I know a opp with a thot as a sister (Uh-huh)
Got a dot on my Glock, can’t miss him (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
My brodie, he thuggin’ and buggin’ (He thuggin' and buggin')
He see the opps, he ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’ (Uh-huh)
Oh, you active 'cause you tote a gun? (What?)
b*tch I’m active 'cause I let it dump
And this thotty active, like, she wanna rump
Thotties on thotties, I’m just havin’ fun (Uh-huh)
Knockas on knockas if he try to front (If he try to-)
I don’t go for alley's, I go for the dunk
Leave his ass flat by the base line
Brodie get to shootin’, no, he don’t waste time (Waste time)
[Outro: B-Lovee]
Brodie like, "You better move"
n*gga a coward
Try to run but them bullets gon’ shower
n*gga you a goofy, like
We gon’ make a movie
We catch em lackin’, we give em a 2 piece
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