187 lyrics

[Verse 1]
I hit the club with all my ice on
I turn the lights on
My tool on me
Who this n*gga staring at my jewelry?
Gang with me
Bang with me
We start shooting in the club
If you scared to tote a gun, you can't hang with me
Run up in yo' b*tch house
Where them kilos?
Got some bald headed Mexicans
Shout out my Migos
I knock on a n*gga door, shoot him through the peep hole
I just knocked a n*gga out, what he was mugging me for?
Nun' but killers in my squad, don't make call up Tito
Young n*gga, but is extorting n*ggas like I'm Debo
They ain't let me in with this pole, they should've searched me at the door
This n*gga blood on my shoe, we stomped a n*gga in the floor
Say ya love me, baby, whats the meanin' of that sh*t?
I don't drink codeine, I ain't with that leaning and sh*t
Got a new tool, put a red beam on that b*tch
Never wife a b*tch, I never bought a ring for a b*tch
You gone make me pull up on yo' motherf*ckin' block
Get to clappin'
I shoot yo' ass, 187 f*ck this rap sh*t
TEC-9's, AR-15's, and a MAC-10
I'm out West, where we gangbang and kidnap sh*t
It's shooters in yo' house, b*tch, since you wanna sneak diss
On the internet
Twitter beef
n*gga, tweet this
9, I run up on yo' ass from behind
Are ya lackin'? bullets hit yo' ass in yo' spine
Boy Ya Actin', ya get caught in that jam, and drop a dime
b*tch was givin' my mans top, while I was hittin' her from behind
This that street sh*t, call foenem, we on that heat sh*t
Hot sh*t
Pull up on yo' block, then drop sh*t
We pop sh*t
I'm Robbin, jeans saggin, I ain't with all of that Rocks sh*t
My tooley come
Call my gun connect, he bring me stupid Glocks
Stupid watch
Filled with stupid diamonds
I dont even know what time it is
I barely know where my mind is
No time to waste, these bullets gone hit yo' face
Gone make me catch a case
Young n*gga with felonies
Couldn't stay with my OG, she was on Section 8
No discriminate, we pull up on yo' block
And then kill any race
Mini man, I'm yelling "Many Men"
4nem jump out that minivan
[Hook]
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug, you ain't hood enough
I f*ck a n*gga up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f*ck with a thug, 'cause my money up
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug, you ain't hood enough
I f*ck a n*gga up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f*ck with a thug, 'cause my money up

[Verse 2]
You don't wanna get caught in the street
Chest full of lead, and a head full of heat
What's with all this Twitter beef? We can meet
Give a f*ck, I'mma see ya on the streets
You better run, boy, we do this sh*t for fun
You'd be smart if you go and buy a gun
I got a f*cked up attitude, very rude
Say it's beef, now I'm shooting up a school
I lay that murder game down, I'm a fool
I'm a rapper but don't get this sh*t confused
That boy don't wanna use his head, he gone lose
Then I shoot him and that b*tch with this UZI
Red beams everywhere
Bullets flyin' everywhere
Better run, n*gga, move it
I kick a n*gga door in, shooters on the low end
Call 'em up and they shootin'
This stupid b*tch tryna fool me
We got enough clips in this b*tch to shoot a movie
Cops in my rear view, flashing through the traffic
Kill yo' mans, he tried to testify, catch his ass in traffic
n*gga, get yo' rolls up
n*gga, get yo' poles up
Young wild n*ggas
They gone bring the poles up
You ain't gang, n*gga
You dont bang, n*gga
You dont slang
We gone hit yo' block
We gone find out where you hang, dangling
[Hook: Lud Foe]
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug, you ain't hood enough
I f*ck a n*gga up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f*ck with a thug, 'cause my money up
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug, you ain't hood enough
I f*ck a n*gga up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f*ck with a thug, 'cause my money up