Adrenaline

[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)