187 (Remix)

[Intro]
187 right now, nigga
Run up, then we blow you right down, nigga
Head shot, ain't no leg shot, that's a red dot
Them red hots killing shit all the time, yeah that's dead cops
R.I.P to all the fallen soldiers
I be all through the Town, from the Dub to the Nolia
Catch me on the other side, probably trynna fuck you over
Niggas riding, we be sliding, probably trynna slump you over

[Verse 1]
None but hitters in my squad, make me call King Shoota, nigga
He'll never ask, "What he do?"
He just shoot a nigga down
Swear I only fuck with all savages
Only talk to guys, I don't fuck with no average bitch
We be doing crimes, ride in steamers, all kind of hits
Whack a nigga then slide back when his candle lit
At the same spot, yeah we got the same drama
Homie smoked a nigga, now my homie got a rain drop
While the plug did his eyeball, I'm off drugs poured while I jack ball
And if you looking like a stain, we'll jack y'all
Only jack bread, I don't never jack off
Cause I got hoes on my dick, cause the know a nigga next
I ain't never been with Nike but I'm fucking off a check
Bro put a body on his .40 and we trade it for a Mac
Get you poked up in the County, send a hit through collect
Nigga shout out my connect
He got kush, he got lean, he got crack
He got rock, he got pills, he got guns, he got smack
Niggas see me, say what's up, then they talk behind my back
Till I pop out where you at, come out, my vest is double brass
Two 30's, that's 60, nigga
Plus my bro Savage Sheen got fifty, nigga
Don't make us rock out with them glizzies till they empty, nigga
And we ain't picky, we let Semis off at any nigga
Pull up, pop you in yo dreads, nigga, now you just a dead nigga
You are just a broke boy, you don’t have no bands, nigga
Put a drum on that bitch then we [?] the band, nigga
Played a quick tune for 'em, yeah we made him dance
On the Pole where it's at, red bone give me neck
Bitch I'm riding for my set, that mean I died for the next
Real nigga they respect, bad bitch, good weed
Up the roll on that hoe, all you seen was blue cheese
None but hunnids like that, yeah I'm coming like that
I don't kick it, that's why niggas don't run it right back
Should I run it right back? I ain't even write that
He tried to swing so I popped him, I ain't wanna fight back
Throw yo' P's in the air for my bro, if you ride with the moon
If you don't, nigga, you get robbed when this tool spit
So many bad hoes I don't know who to pick
So please, baby girl, yo' baby daddy losing
Look me in my eyes, you can see a lot of pain
I been through a lot of things, I done hit a lot of stains
Real niggas who was rocking 'fore I had a lot of fame
When I make it, swear to God, I'ma buy a lot of chains
Ask Smithy, he gon' tell you I go cray in the stu'
Ask the streets, they gon' tell you that I payed up my dues
Ask your bitch, she gon' say I'm more famous than you
I got shorties with the shits, who more dangerous than you
That be popping out, fuck you talking 'bout, 30's popping out
Swerving through disguise, stopping traffic trynna hawk you down
Red tape, that's a homicide, it's a homicide
Winter time, heat his block up like it's summer time
Niggas say they hot, no you not, niggas know you lying
Bitch I'm back now, everybody know the summer mine
Wanna feature now, that's a racket, fuck you talking 'bout
They like, "Why you taxing?"
Cause yo' weak ass trynna buy some clout!