Talk About It
Blovee Lyrics


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Is it real now?
Two people become one
Is it real now? (Ah, grrah, grrah)
Two people become-

Pop a thot, that's just how I get started
I been tweakin', I been feelin' heartless
Spot an opp and start actin' retarded
Shit get tact', put the dot on the target
And I'm not with the media shit
And that .44 be knockin', he slide through, we cheesin' his whip
I could never believe me a bitch
I could never be slippin' (and this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Bitch, I keep the heat by the hip
Bro said he could see by the limp
I be fuckin' on hoes after hoes, they might think I'm a pimp
I just hope they don't think I'm a lick
Glocky'll hold like two-three in the clip
Spinnin' block after block tryna see if it's lit
Sendin' shot after shot green beam won't miss
Niggas cappin', but let's talk about it
Like that ratchet, I can't walk without it

Do a hit, brodie walk up on feet
He got blitzed tryna walk up on me
Two knocks, two goons tryna hawk us a G
I'm too sturdy when I'm off the drink
Oh, she thirsty, get her what she drink
Brodie thirsty, he don't even think
Said he snatchin' my chain, okay, that's what he think
Nigga dumb, better ask what he drink
Finger numb, I click fast how he blink
Beat it up, got her ass on the sink
Ran it up, hunnid racks in the bling
Throwback, I tote the MAC in the mink
And I don't do the talkin' too much
Bro told me chill, I was tossin' too much
I got knocked, I was totin' too much
Feelin' like Diddy, he was always too clutch
On a drill, I get in and I'm out
Spin again, take a trip to his house
He turned rat, got to pickin' 'em out
All Dior, I be drippin' it out
He move Wock' then the stick comin' out
Bullets they hit him, blood drip through his mouth
Ask about it, I get active like with or without it (I don't need shit)
Ask about it, get to curvin' a bitch if she childish
Get to blowin' the shit tryna down him
Niggas envy and shit but I'm 'bout it, got him poutin'
She elite, I'm in love with her mouth
Too elite how I blitz, I be huntin' him down
Shit a dream, now I'm runnin' the town
I come straight from the hood, I was young and runnin' 'em down

Pop a thot, that's just how I get started
I been tweakin', I been feelin' heartless
Spot an opp and start actin' retarded
Shit get tact', put the dot on the target
And I'm not with the media shit
And that .44 be knockin', he slide through, we cheesin' his whip
I could never believe me a bitch
I could never be slippin'
Bitch, I keep the heat by the hip
Bro said he could see by the limp
I be fuckin' on hoes after hoes, they might think I'm a pimp
I just hope they don't think I'm a lick
Glocky'll hold like two-three in the clip
Spinnin' block after block tryna see if it's lit
Sendin' shot after shot green beam won't miss
Niggas cappin', but let's talk about it
Like that ratchet, I can't walk without it





Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Ah, grrah, grrah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Blovee's song "Talk About It" depict the rapper's gritty and ruthless lifestyle. The opening lines, "Is it real now? Two people become one," suggest the theme of unity and loyalty, possibly alluding to the deep bond between Blovee and his crew.


The next set of lines, "Pop a thot, that's just how I get started. I been tweakin', I been feelin' heartless. Spot an opp and start actin' retarded," showcase Blovee's aggressive and fearless demeanor. He describes his reckless behavior, taking pleasure in starting fights, and effortlessly handling any challenges that come his way.


He continues to emphasize his toughness with lines like "Bitch, I keep the heat by the hip. Bro said he could see by the limp," suggesting that he is always armed and ready for action. Blovee also mentions his reputation with women, boasting about his sexual encounters and making it clear that he doesn't want to be seen as an easy target.


The lyrics also touch upon Blovee's involvement in criminal activities, particularly engaging in violence and seeking revenge. Lines like "Spinnin' block after block tryna see if it's lit. Sendin' shot after shot green beam won't miss" imply his constant pursuit of his enemies, fueled by a sense of vengeance.


In the final verse, Blovee addresses the rumors and envy surrounding him. He demonstrates his readiness to confront anyone who questions or doubts his credibility. He ends the song with a repetition of the aggressive ad-libs "Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, Ah, grrah, grrah," further reinforcing his aggressive persona.


Overall, "Talk About It" offers insight into Blovee's ruthless and dangerous lifestyle, highlighting his penchant for violence, loyalty to his crew, and aversion to the media and societal norms.


Line by Line Meaning

Is it real now?
Are we truly experiencing genuine emotions or connections?


Two people become one
Two individuals merge together and form a close bond.


Pop a thot, that's just how I get started
Engaging in casual encounters is my way of initiating actions.


I been tweakin', I been feelin' heartless
I have been behaving erratically and lacking empathy.


Spot an opp and start actin' retarded
When I identify an enemy, I begin to act recklessly or foolishly.


Shit get tact', put the dot on the target
Things escalate quickly, and I precisely aim for my intended target.


And I'm not with the media shit
I don't involve myself in unnecessary drama or attention-seeking behavior.


And that .44 be knockin', he slide through, we cheesin' his whip
My powerful .44 caliber handgun creates a loud impact, and when he approaches, we mock him from his expensive car.


I could never believe me a bitch
I find it difficult to trust or rely on a promiscuous woman.


I could never be slippin'
I always remain vigilant and cautious.


Bitch, I keep the heat by the hip
I carry a firearm close to my waist for protection.


Bro said he could see by the limp
My friend claims he can detect my authority or dominance just by observing my confident walk.


I be fuckin' on hoes after hoes, they might think I'm a pimp
I engage in sexual encounters with multiple women, leading them to assume I am involved in the sex trade industry.


I just hope they don't think I'm a lick
I desire for them not to perceive me as an easy target for robbery.


Glocky'll hold like two-three in the clip
My Glock pistol can accommodate up to twenty-three bullets in its magazine.


Spinnin' block after block tryna see if it's lit
Continuously patrolling various neighborhoods to determine if there is heightened activity or confrontations.


Sendin' shot after shot green beam won't miss
Firing multiple rounds accurately with the assistance of a laser sight.


Niggas cappin', but let's talk about it
People are deceiving or lying, but let's address the issue directly.


Like that ratchet, I can't walk without it
Similar to a weapon, I rely on a woman with intense emotions or erratic behavior in my life.


Do a hit, brodie walk up on feet
Commit a violent act, and my friend will approach confidently.


He got blitzed tryna walk up on me
He was swiftly attacked when attempting to approach me aggressively.


Two knocks, two goons tryna hawk us a G
Two individuals aggressively attempting to sell illegal drugs to us.


I'm too sturdy when I'm off the drink
I am emotionally resilient when under the influence of alcohol.


Oh, she thirsty, get her what she drink
She is eager for attention or affection, so I provide her with her desired beverage.


Brodie thirsty, he don't even think
My friend is desperate for validation or companionship and acts impulsively.


Said he snatchin' my chain, okay, that's what he think
He claims he will steal my necklace, but that is merely his belief.


Nigga dumb, better ask what he drink
He is unintelligent; it would be wise to inquire about his preferred alcoholic beverage.


Finger numb, I click fast how he blink
My hand moves rapidly on the trigger of my weapon, imitating the speed of his eye blinking.


Beat it up, got her ass on the sink
Engage in vigorous sexual activity, causing her to rest her buttocks on the sink.


Ran it up, hunnid racks in the bling
I accumulated a significant amount of money, resulting in expensive jewelry.


Throwback, I tote the MAC in the mink
Adopting a nostalgic style, I carry a MAC-10 firearm while wearing a fur coat.


And I don't do the talkin' too much
I refrain from excessive verbal communication.


Bro told me chill, I was tossin' too much
My friend advised me to calm down because I was acting recklessly.


I got knocked, I was totin' too much
I was arrested because I was carrying an excessive amount of illegal goods.


Feelin' like Diddy, he was always too clutch
Sensing a similarity to the influential figure Diddy, who always came through effectively.


On a drill, I get in and I'm out
Engaging in criminal activities swiftly and efficiently before leaving.


Spin again, take a trip to his house
After one rotation in the area, revisit his residence to cause trouble.


He turned rat, got to pickin' 'em out
He became a traitor and started revealing information about others involved in illegal activities.


All Dior, I be drippin' it out
I wear exclusively Dior clothing and accessories, showcasing my extravagant style.


He move Wock' then the stick comin' out
If he consumes a certain cough syrup (Wockhardt), he becomes more aggressive, resulting in a visible weapon.


Bullets they hit him, blood drip through his mouth
Upon being shot, the bullets wound him, causing blood to flow from his mouth.


Ask about it, I get active like with or without it (I don't need shit)
Inquire about my reputation, and you will witness my energetic and assertive nature, whether I have a weapon or not (because I don't rely on external factors).


Ask about it, get to curvin' a bitch if she childish
Inquire about my behavior, and you will learn that I reject engaging with an immature woman.


Get to blowin' the shit tryna down him
Engage in shooting, attempting to harm or kill him.


Niggas envy and shit but I'm 'bout it, got him poutin'
Although others feel jealous, I remain committed and determined, causing them to express their dissatisfaction.


She elite, I'm in love with her mouth
She is exceptional or superior, and I am infatuated with her ability to speak or perform oral sex.


Too elite how I blitz, I be huntin' him down
My superb proficiency in swiftly attacking or pursuing targets, as if I am hunting them.


Shit a dream, now I'm runnin' the town
Formerly an imagined aspiration, I now possess control or influence over the local area.


I come straight from the hood, I was young and runnin' 'em down
I originated directly from a disadvantaged neighborhood, where as a youth, I engaged in acts of dominance or aggression.


Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Onomatopoeic representation of gunshots or aggressive exclamations.


Ah, grrah, grrah
Additional onomatopoeic representation of gunshots or aggressive exclamations.




Lyrics © TUNECORE
Written by: Qwayshawn Cannon

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