B-Lovee ft. Kay Flock - Out of It Lyrics

(Turn me up)
Uh-huh
Grrah, grrah, grrah
(Jamz, turn me up)
Turn me up

I just got in my groove
Please do not think about fuckin' my mood up
I'm with the goons, they quick to pick tools up
See the opps, shootin' the room up
Kay brung the mop, so I picked the broom up
Goin' shot for shots if they tryna boom us
Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I got my views up
And, no, I ain't with the politics
We see the opps and we got out this bitch, that's that
Gwalla, I walk with a lot of it
Dare a nigga try to blitz and I'm uppin' this strap
EK gon' hop out back with shit that go, "Brrt-the-bat"
It's gon' tear off his back
My 'ooter be buggin' when he off the 'erky
I told him to chill, he need to relax

These bitches be buggin' like they really worthy
Told 'em need to chill, it's no time for that
She dance on my lap while she feel on my racks
She keep on feelin' 'til she feel a strap
'Til she feel a knocker
Brodie off a pill, spinnin', tryna pop some'
In the field, it get real, lookin' like we got one
B-Lovee at the court the other day, he dropped one
We don't stop shootin' 'til we see the cops come
We gon' keep flamin' 'til we see we got one
Grrrt
I'm smokin' on Grade A, I was lookin' for Day Ray
Copped the grip had to toss it the same day
'Cause of D's, always spin through the same way
She a treesh, I'ma fuck her the same day
Get to the breesh, I've been stuck in my damn ways
Get to the breesh, I've been stuck in my damn ways
We gon' spin through the same way
With the Locs, they be screamin' out, "Ray Ray"
We catch a opp, we gon' do him the same way (like, dummy)
Hop out the cut and we blitz 'em
I'm finna get off the liquor, please do not fuck up my mood
Totin' this .40, man I'm tryna hit some', I bet that .40 go boom
I got a baddie and she tryna lick some'
She better not fuck up my mood

Please do not think about fuckin' my mood up (uh-huh)
I'm with the goons, they quick to pick tools up
See the opps, shootin' the room up
Kay brung the mop, so I picked the broom up
Goin' shot for shots if they tryna boom us
Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I got my views up
And, no, I ain't with the politics
We see the opps and we got out this bitch, that's that
Gwalla, I walk with a lot of it
Dare a nigga try to blitz and I'm uppin' this strap
EK gon' hop out back with shit that go, "Brrt-the-bat"
It's gon' tear off his back
My 'ooter be buggin' when he off the 'erky
I told him to chill, he need to relax