Soldier Kidd - 187 lyrics

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Soldier Kidd - 187 lyrics

Clock broke, time to blitz Tell me something, you think you f**in’ with a jit I’ll handle some, pop a n***a like a mint Wrap him up, I ain’t talkin’ bout a diss I be snappin’ bruh, ballin’ like the old Mets She cappin’ bruh, she want Versace for the mix Got my status up, now lil shorty on my d**k You f**in’ all of us, silly rabbit, you a trick And no, and no, you know I want some more I ain’t come to fight, everybody hit the floor And Lil Bino got a nine, he’ll give a n***a four We ain’t got no mind, run up in yo daddy store Uh-uh, shorty ride my blitz Bust some, I’ll run out on yo click He ain’t bout none, but he swear he with the sh**s Talkin’ honeybun, n***a sweeter than a b***h N***a sweeter than some nectar Bossed up, just like Hector If it ain’t pay me, I don’t wanna hear yo lecture They’ll slay me, that’s why I got so much vendettas Pullin’ up on we, you gon get hit with berettas 187, Soldiers want the smoke That’s a MAC-11, that’s a Calico Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor 187, Soldiers want the smoke That’s a MAC-11, that’s a Calico Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor Anyway, it Lil Soldier on the stove Anyway, and you know the Soldiers down to blow I got plenty weight, just to make a lil dough Talkin’ bang-bang, Chief Keef, don’t even know Is you with it, cause I’m with it Out my body, I can see it Ain’t no molly, this a willy You can’t touch, but you can feel me I’m the one out of a million Hidin’ guns right in the ceiling Where them cards, a n***a dealin’ Out the yard, we be stealin’ Jackin’ cars, it ain’t no chillin’ Pull up hard, like what the business? You was talkin’ like the ciggy Let me see and I’ma rip it NYC, I just be k**in’ it That lil boy, he got a semi Better pray that don’t see me If I pull up, I’ma end it Youngin’ got a strap, and he rockin’ Polo I was done bad, runnin’ from the po-po Shorty got her mad, and I’m talkin’ fo-fo Shoot him in the back, what the f**k he runnin’ for? 187, Soldiers want the smoke That’s a MAC-11, that’s a Calico Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor 187, Soldiers want the smoke That’s a MAC-11, that’s a Calico Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floorrr.