Bxnkroll Beats - 187 lyrics

[Verse 1: Lud Foe] I hit the club with all my ice on I turn the lights on My tool on me Who this n***a staring at my j**elry 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**h house Where them kilos? Got some bald headed Mexicans Shout out my Migos I knock on a n***a door, shoot him through the peep hole I just knocked a n***a out, what he was mugging me for? Nun but k**ers in my squad, don't make call up Tito Young n***a, but is extorting n***as like I'm Debo They ain't let me in with this pole, they should've searched me at the door This n***a blood on my shoe, we stumped a n***a in the floor Say ya love me baby, whats the meanin of that sh**? I don't drink codeine, I ain't with that leaning and sh** Got a new tool, put a red beam on that b**h Never wife a b**h, I never bought a ring for a b**h You gone make me pull up on yo motherf**in block Get to clappin I shoot yo a**, 187 f** this rap sh** Tec-9's, AR-15's, and a MAC 10 Im out west, where we gang bang and kidnap sh** Its shooters in yo house, b**h, since you wanna sneak diss On the internet Twitter beef n***a tweet this 9, I run up on yo a** from behind Are ya lackin? bullets hit yo a** in yo spine Boy Ya Actin, ya get caught in that jam, and drop a dime b**h was givin my mans top, while i was hittin her from behind This that street sh**, call 4nem, we on that heat sh** Hot sh** Pull up on yo block, then drop sh** We pop sh** I'm Robbin jeans saggin, i ain't with all of that Rocks sh** 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***a with felonies Couldn't stay with my OG, she was on section 8 No Discriminate we pull up on yo block And then k** any race Mini man, Im yelling many man 4nem jump out that mini van [Hook: Lud Foe] 2x 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** a n***a up, paramedics gotta pick him up She say she wanna f** with a thug, cause my money up [Verse 2: Lud Foe] 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 f**, imma see ya on the streets You better run, boa we do this sh** for fun You'd be smart if you go and buy a gun I got a f**ed 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 sh** confused That boy don't wanna use his head, he gone lose Then i shoot him and that b**h with this Uzi Red Beams everywhere Bullets flyin everywhere Better run n***a, move it I kick a n***a door in, shooters on the low end Call em up and they shootin This stupid b**h tryna fool me We got enough clips in this b**h to shoot a movie Cops in my rear view, flushing through the traffic k** yo mans, he tried to testify, catch his a** in traffic n***a get yo rolls up n***a get yo poles up Young wild n***as They gone bring the poles up You ain't gang n***a You dont bang n***a 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** a n***a up, paramedics gotta pick him up She say she wanna f** with a thug, cause my money up