Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 187 , by - Soldier Kidd. Song from the album Xxx 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
187 |
| Uh-huh, clock broke, time to blitz |
| Tell me something, you think you fuckin' with a jit |
| I’ll handle some, pop a nigga 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 dick |
| You fuckin' 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 nigga 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 shits |
| Talkin' honeybun, nigga sweeter than a bitch |
| Nigga 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 nigga 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 killin' 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 fuck 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 floor |