I hit the club with all my guns on me let me name a few the Glock on me the Mac on me The Tech on me we in this bitch throwing up sets they recognize yo bitch want me she close her eyes and fantasize dropping niggas Poppin niggas I'm rockin nigga stocky nigga im cocky nigga I'm rocky nigga pull up in a range deranged I'm insane treat him like the range and put one off in his brain know some murderous niggas if anybody want it chop your whole head off don't nobody want it my young niggas pulling up in them dump trucks any nigga talkin trash he gone get trunked playing duck-duck-goose bitch nigga duck no Ashton Kutcher this is not punked any competition I gotta get em gone why you worried about me I fetch yo bitch a bone when I nut in her mouth she go dumb crazy like blood nem bitch I'm feeling brazy no Crucial Conflict but I'm a Desperado man you niggas weaker than pink moscato ain't point at nun but this my religion no scope on the hammer still got precision you can't walk a mile up in my shoe game Blood bottoms got em jealous of my shoe game life's a bitch it come with mood swang man I went down on that pussy and got some red wings blood dripping out of his body drip like a paint job man I feel like Mullah and crack I'm with a mob strangest thing is I feel like a villain caught vampin you get filled up with gas and Mac 11 Mack 10 I pimp a trigger I gotcho lil Dame suckin thang my female figure Predator alien no homo sapien pop a perk pain medicine ambient flashbacks when I was young I flash stacks fast forward still pull up on nem and flash racks this river flow know lil boat I kayak yo bitch drink she said its strong like cognac if life sucks then open up and take this dick I'm eating good like I'm receiving link and wic she star struck she saw ciego and clap cheeks you might as well drop to your knees they look weak im powered up sipping lean big cup I done fucked around and unlocked my brain and went nuts don't talk to me you know what's up these nuts
187 FREESTYLE was written by Ynv Ciego.