187 lyrics

[Verse 1]

I hit the club with all my ice on

I turn the lights on

My tool on me

Who this nigga 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 bitch house

Where them kilos?

Got some bald headed Mexicans

Shout out my Migos

I knock on a nigga door, shoot him through the peep hole

I just knocked a nigga out, what he was mugging me for?

Nun but killers in my squad, don't make call up Tito

Young nigga, but is extorting niggas like I'm Debo

They ain't let me in with this pole, they should've searched me at the door

This nigga blood on my shoe, we stomped a nigga in the floor

Say ya love me baby, whats the meanin of that shit?

I don't drink codeine, I ain't with that leaning and shit

Got a new tool, put a red beam on that bitch

Never wife a bitch, I never bought a ring for a bitch

You gone make me pull up on yo motherfuckin block

Get to clappin

I shoot yo ass, 187 fuck this rap shit

Tec-9's, AR-15's, and a MAC 10

Im out west, where we gang bang and kidnap shit

Its shooters in yo house, bitch, since you wanna sneak diss

On the internet

Twitter beef

Nigga 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

Bitch was givin my mans top, while I was hittin her from behind

This that street shit, call foe nem, we on that heat shit

Hot shit

Pull up on yo block, then drop shit

We pop shit

I'm Robbin jeans saggin, I ain't with all of that Rocks shit

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 nigga 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, Im yelling many man

4nem jump out that mini van

[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 fuck a nigga up, paramedics gotta pick him up

She say she wanna fuck 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 fuck a nigga up, paramedics gotta pick him up

She say she wanna fuck 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

Whats with all this twitter beef? we can meet

Give a fuck, imma see ya on the streets

You better run, boi we do this shit for fun

You'd be smart if you go and buy a gun

I got a fucked up attitude, very rude

Say its 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 shit confused

That boy don't wanna use his head, he gone lose

Then I shoot him and that bitch with this Uzi

Red Beams everywhere

Bullets flyin everywhere

Better run nigga, move it

I kick a nigga door in, shooters on the low end

Call em up and they shootin

This stupid bitch tryna fool me

We got enough clips in this bitch 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

Nigga get yo rolls up

Nigga get yo poles up

Young wild niggas

They gone bring the poles up

You ain't gang nigga

You dont bang nigga

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 fuck a nigga up, paramedics gotta pick him up

She say she wanna fuck 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 fuck a nigga up, paramedics gotta pick him up

She say she wanna fuck with a thug, cause my money up