1 8ighty Seven

Said I was gone kill him
Aint gone even lie
Murder one eighty seven
Call it homicide
Pull that iron on ya block
Momas who a cry
Kill or get killed nigga
Call it do or die

Said I was gone kill him
Aint gone even lie
Murder one eighty seven
Call it homicide
Pull that iron on ya block
Momas who a cry
Kill or get killed nigga
Call it do or die

Whats the deal deal
Nigga Shit get real real
Hollows tips a Peel peel
Yo fuckn back
Renovate hammer that
Got a problem Im a solve em
Guaranteed to handle that
Picture perfect camera snap
King Kong banana shit
break it down dismantle it
Light it up candle shit
Like handle bars I handle shit
Got that money got it quick
Pretty hoes on my dick dick
I aint even rich
Yo man he need to stop it
That act he need to drop it
Reach in my Dick thirty eight gone have to Drop him them bitches get to
Squawking tell them
Hoes to get to walking
I aint playing with nobody kids
Hit my sauca it is what it is
Yo main bitch she got kicked out my Crib
Big pimping the name of the bizz Bow
I'm the kid now born to live wild she Nasty
Suck my jizz down in her belly yea She got my kids now

Said I was gone kill him
Ain't gone even lie
Murder one eighty seven
Call it homicide
Pull that iron on ya block
Momas who a cry
Kill or get killed nigga
Call it do or die

Said I was gone kill him
Aint gone even lie
Murder one eighty seven
Call it homicide
Pull that iron on ya block
Momas who a cry
Kill or get killed nigga
Call it do or die

Pop the top
Then I drip dop
Shorty ass looking so tip top
A flat stomach a pretty naval
My bezel bling in that wristwatch
I'm so hot
You so not
Be mad
At all the hoes I got
I'm so high up on a comet
This four fifth a make u vomit
That bitch a spit
Just like a lama
That law and order
Bring the drama
A mystery
I'm down to
Solve em my
History I'm
Down to call em
Can't loves these hoes
Can't trust these hoes
Place god first
Above these hoes
My moma told me
Run and dun these hoes
I Catch him slipping
Run and gun these hoes
About my dolla like kreflo
I'm Sipping Fiji
In Fila
On a Homer Simpson
Can't see now
My nigga tripping
I see why
We floating high
Like a g five
Imma serve yo ass
Like its tea time
My money goal
Aint knee high
Bitch imma stack it
Cheddar cheese time
I'm the realist nigga ow

Said I was gone kill him
Aint gone even lie
Murder one eighty seven
Call it homicide
Pull that iron on ya block
Momas who a cry
Kill or get killed nigga
Call it do or die

Said I was gone kill him
Aint gone even lie
Murder one eighty seven
Call it homicide
Pull that iron on ya block
Momas who a cry
Kill or get killed nigga
Call it do or die



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Writer(s): Sylvester Sloan
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