187 (Extended Version)

Aye (oou oou oou), aye (oou oou oou), aye (oou oou oou)
Oou oou oou (aye), oou oou oou (aye), Oou oou oou (aye)
Oou oou oou (oou), oou oou oou (oou), oou oou (aye)
Oou oou oou (oou), oou oou oou (oou), oou oou (aye)

I'm in the game tryna run it up
Ian no rookie, no runner up
I'll get on stage and I'll fuck it up
I might just fuck on ya mother son
Lil nigga I am the chosen one
Bitch nigga you not my brother son
How many fucks do I give not one
I want them diamonds that shine in the sun
I fucked that bitch, but she ain't the one
Niggas quick to say they pulling they guns
But when I pull up bet them niggas gone run
Fuck from the back and I'm pulling her bun
I'm living life, I'm just having fun
12 got behind me, I'm on the run
I do this shit for my future sons
Racks in my pockets I don't carry ones

One, eight, seven (gang)
One, eight, seven, one, eight, seven (gang gang)
Wet a nigga send that pussy nigga straight to heaven
One, eight, seven, one, eight, seven (gang gang)

Young nigga count my blessings
I can't lie, I be stressing
Still count cake on bitches
I don't fuck wit niggas, feel like I'm on shrooms
Smoking shmodey in my room
I want guap, I want loot
Ain't no dumby, ain't no fool

Hang wit niggas that I know gone shoot
Just in case a nigga gotta blow at you
I be sauce walking kicking flavor on your boo
I was never really ever worried bout you dudes

One, eight, seven (gang)
One, eight, seven, one, eight, seven (gang gang)
Wet a nigga send that pussy nigga straight to heaven
One, eight, seven, one, eight, seven (gang gang)
Hang wit niggas that I know gone shoot
Just in case a nigga gotta blow at you
Hang wit niggas that I know gone shoot
Just in case a nigga gotta blow at you



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Writer(s): Mintono, Naesworld, Tyler Kinng
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