Through The Coat (Remix) 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 seen 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 seened him
Broski gon' slide even tho I don't need him
[Pre-Chorus: B-Lovee]
All of my opps gon' get stupid if they think they gon' run up and I ain't gon' blow
I make these b*tches go stupid
That b*tch had told me she love me right after a stroke
Surrounded by shooters cause I am a goat
My n*ggas gon' blow, like
Choppa let loose 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]
Bend block, Send shot, Hit a opp
Brodie got knocked with a big chop
The metal on me it get hot, move wock
You catch a rib shot
Thotties on me wanna give top
Pockets got big now, she wanna leave with me
Now i'm blowing her back out
Choppa gon' make a brrazz 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

[Verse 4: Bouba Savage & B-Lovee]
Send your addy we gon’ slide with machete
I’m with B-Lovee and he ready
40. on that man and poke through the coat
Please do not try me cause you can get smoked
I f*ck with the rest and it’s O to the O
n*gga run up and you know i’ma blow
Link a b*tch I took her to the telly
Bend her over put di*k in her belly (Gang)
f*ck all the opps they ain't with it, huh
We getting guap cause we run it
Me and B-Lovee gon’ slide in her belly, huh
I f*cked this b*tch in a renty
Tell all the opps get with me
You know i’m ballin' for Diddy
On the court getting jiggy
On the court getting jiggy (Uh-huh)
[Outro: B-Lovee]
Gang, Gang, Gang
Long Live B-Diddy man
Run up on me I start ballin’ like Diddy