Adrenaline

Lyrics

[Intro] Ballout [Chorus: B-Lovee] Pour a five in the deuce, ain't no sauce, I get muddy Tote a blick cause it's bound to get ugly Try to spin on my shit, catch a sluggy He a opp if he hop like a bunny Throwing shot after shot if they rush me Now that bitch wanna touch me 'Member back in the G? She ain't want me Get to clapping a G, tryna pack me a G If I hop out the Jeep, it get bloody They get active for me They gon wait for that call and then shoot up the function Let him run, chase him down, I'ma clutch it He talking dumb out his mouth, I'ma punch him Now his bitch on my dick, got her blushing Adrenaline rushing, we see the opps gotta puck em [Bridge: B-Lovee] Who was slumped? I done been through it all (in the slums) I bought Glocks for the war (let him run) We still sending 'em all, that boy dumb [Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] Huh They don't wanna talk about money that's when it get ugly My adrenaline, gotta move like a Russian Many men, already know when I'm not even feeling them My adrenaline, not even rushing Huh, smoking on cereal, milk drop him like he a fumble B-Lovee on a mission, I was thinking bout blitzing them Huh, fuck being humble, I'm being generous Baby I'm serious, she like "Why you so serious?" I came out of the jungle, ho To a W Bungalow Then I make her say "Period," huh [Verse 2: Snoopy Dinero] Damn Niggas act for the gram How you beefing with niggas and not getting money, I don't understand Pouring five lines in the two liter, spent more than a band I'm with B-Lovee, don't get fanned down running up like a fan Damn Body dropping like ice cups It was dark out but the beam with me, cause he might duck Hit his backup, had his spleen out, like a whack fuck You know, like a good girl taking backshots that don't arch much Honestly I don't start much, I just finish 'em Hit the dip like [?] Fifty shots spray his whole face No his family ain't gon remember him Closed casket and a closed case, cause the police ain't getting him We OT, sipping Wockhardt Doing check fraud, keep kicking 'em [Chorus: B-Lovee] Pour a five in the deuce, ain't no sauce, I get muddy Tote a blick cause it's bound to get ugly Try to spin on my shit, catch a sluggy He a opp if he hop like a bunny Throwing shot after shot if they rush me Now that bitch wanna touch me 'Member back in the G? She ain't want me Get to clapping a G, tryna pack me a G If I hop out the Jeep, it get bloody They get active for me They gon wait for that call and then shoot up the function Let him run, chase him down, I'ma clutch it He talking dumb out his mouth, I'ma punch him Now his bitch on my dick, got her blushing Adrenaline rushing, we see the opps gotta puck em (Ballout)