Soldier Kidd - 187 lyrics
[Soldier Kidd - 187 lyrics]
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
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