Fuck Then Dub Her B-Lovee (Ft. Lil Mabu)

[Intro: Lil Mabu]
I'ma fuck, then dub her
That's word to my mother
I'ma fuck, then dub her
Let's not act like we loved each other
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)

[Chorus: B-Lovee]
I'm tryna see if she like me
I'm tryna see if she really excite me
I'ma just do it, like I'm Nike
All black Tech, and that gun, it excite me
Beam on the Glock, so I don't gotta chase
What he gon' do when that gun in his face?
Like, and still can't wait 'till I catch you
Don't have to pull up, I'm like Trey

[Verse 1: B-Lovee]
Feelin' like Thor when I tote on that hammer
We on they block, different colored bandanas
And they fuck wit' my grammar
Don't make me tweak, like I don't got no manners
Look, I don't got nine on the set, but I got this opp nickel on my waist
G, brodie, I'll bet out his face
See, told him hope he never play
Don't give a fuck if they bendin'
'Cause we good, we got all different Gen.'s
So much shots, we let off 'till the end
She a vibe, 'cause she offer her friend
She stop smilin' when I get to boppin'
Got her all in my head like she need it
I'm on court, and I ball like Stockton
I'm on court, all my shooters stay creepin'
And it's cold out, so keep you a heater
Please don't think you can run from the Reaper
Yeah, I run up, but I never need her
I turn it up wit' a diva
I start shakin' my dreads like a rasta
I go cool wit' the steel like the shottas
Most these [?] be soundin' like pasta
Sometimes, I just gotta' stop her