187 lyrics

This is an Ace Production

(Intro)

Aye, aye, I don't gotta say too much 'cause you n*ggas already know
Me and snowgurb we staying with these blowers and sh*t
Riding foreign cars and sh*t
Y-Yeah it's regular, it's been regular before these n*ggas said it was regular
It's Lucy saying "Mr. Stay with that court date"
CMT Boys, Manchester yeah we trippin' on bloods
n*ggas thought we was trippin'
We trippin' huh snowgurbs?
Oh Inglewood we be trippin'
Oh says her "Stupid! Stupid!"
Yea we go up "Stupid! Stupid!'
Over, over, over, over

(Verse 1)

187 man somebody get the yellow tape
I be droppin' bodies like I'm goin' on a elmidate
AK-47 make 'em do the Harlem Shake
I be getting pus*y in the mornin' I get than wake in k
Pull up to the scene and clear out the parking lot
Air that sh*t out, 911 call the cops
n*ggas is Transformers, somethin' like the Autobots
My squad with the gunplay, so we don't talk a lot
(Verse 2)

Been to jail 3 time, no I ain't going back
Jonny's going over and he pullin out the f*ckin' strap
Enemy go trippin' put a hole in his fidda cap
Representing for my squad, now I put 'em on the map
If I ain't in the streets then I'm prolly in the trap n*gga
Talk behind my back, but they don't really need that
Already know the name
I don't need a caption
b*tch I'm out here thuggin' and I do it with a passion
If a n*gga talk sh*t, then the whole squad bashin'
b*tch come through, then the whole squad thrashin'
When I'm in that pus*y no brakes all gassin'
All my n*ggas fed up, all my n*ggas passin'
f*ck you n*ggas mean I ain't with the activities
45 tell your teeth knock you out your Chuck T's
All my n*ggas B's but we give you n*ggas blues
n*ggas don't know who I be
Better get a clue cuz'
I'm a f*ckin' goon
Get your ass beat for the noon an
Imma hit your mom's rock before you hit news when
I was in the halls I was always in the shu
Cuz' I'm deadout retarded
Yea, I'm a f*ckin' fool
If a n*gga say ready he ain't gotta get ready
I'll noodle a n*gga, like some f*ckin' spaghetti
I'm smokin' power cuz so I know you can smell me
And I'm screamin' free my n*gga
Til they free all my families
How it is
(Outro)

Who trippin'? Nobody (Stupid!)
Who trippin'? Nobody
Stupid! Stupid!
She lost in my style
It's been regular
f*ck regular it's been regular
On Inglewood (n*gga!)