187 (feat. Lud Foe)

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 throwing 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 stumped 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 4nem, 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 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 [?] we pull up on yo block And then kill any race Mini man, Im yelling many man 4nem jump out that mini van 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 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, boa 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 Another murder came 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, flushing 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 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