187 lyrics

[Intro: C Blu & Kyle Richh]
We outside, it's a f*ckin' movie
4100 in Miami
Graah graah boom
We Smoke Notti
We Smoke Dotty
We Smoke Rooz
We Smoke Paar
We Smoke Melly
And we smoke Gdot n*gga
We outside, it's a f*ckin' movie
Suck my di*k
C Blu

[Verse 1: C Blu]
Yell out "187" when we bend through
That's a man down on the ground
We erase him like there was a pencil
Now his momma sittin' with a frown
I'm the God, you n*ggas is my prophet
You gon' die tryna take me down
We the trending topic, n*gga, stop it
Wanna be us, n*gga, cause' you not it
Deucе deuce, I keep it in my pocket
Any loosе cowards tryna get my pockets
Just know, C Blu really got it
100 on bail, did it with no problem
Staying locked never was an option
But if I did, I would've had the knockings
They want beef, we got shells, no tacos
Yell out Dubz, looking for the Vatos
All black feeling like I'm Max
Catch a opp, he gon' feel my pain
Got the addy, spinning through all day
Finna make a scene, Broadway
When I 'oot, just get up out my way
Got 11 feeling like I'm Klay
Bro got the Curry, finna let it rain
[Verse 2: Tata]
Br-Bro got the Curry, finna let it what?
How you mad cause' you stuck on the block?
Lil n*gga go put in some work
Oh I forgot, he can't go to his block
That n*gga a b*tch, all he need is a skirt
Call me Thor, cause' I stay with a hammer
It's still free all my n*gga out the slammer
Lil' n*gga, go pick up a gun
How you smoke bro moms when your moms got cancer?
And when n*ggas was jacking you snitching
We the ones took you in, now you dissing
He was begging to be 41
n*ggas said he ain't dub, and then he started b*tching
On bro I just got a new gun
Like I be feinin' to click it and click it
Hop out the V, don't run, don't move
Like [?], I might throw like 2
Big 41, it can't fit in my shoes
And if he with his b*tch, she gon' die with him too
Get on his body and shoot him for fun
Shot after shot like we was at a bar
And I'm wit' 'Lato, he ready to 'oot
How you say I'm a bum and you sleepin' in cars?
Damn