BuDouble - 187 (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] 187 right now, n***a Run up, then we blow you right down, n***a Head shot, ain't no leg shot, that's a red dot Them red hots k**ing sh** 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 f** you over n***as riding, we be sliding, probably trynna slump you over [Verse 1] None but hitters in my squad, make me call King Shoota, n***a He'll never ask, "What he do?" He just shoot a n***a down Swear I only f** with all savages Only talk to guys, I don't f** with no average b**h We be doing crimes, ride in steamers, all kind of hits Whack a n***a then slide back when his candle lit At the same spot, yeah we got the same drama Homie smoked a n***a, now my homie got a rain drop While the plug did his eyeball, I'm off d** 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 n***a next I ain't never been with Nike but I'm f**ing 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 bra** Two 30's, that's 60, n***a Plus my bro Savage Sheen got fifty, n***a Don't make us rock out with them glizzies till they empty, n***a And we ain't picky, we let Semis off at any n***a Pull up, pop you in yo dreads, n***a, now you just a dead n***a You are just a broke boy, you don't have no bands, n***a Put a drum on that b**h then we [?] the band, n***a Played a quick tune for 'em, yeah we made him dance On the Pole where it's at, red bone give me neck b**h I'm riding for my set, that mean I died for the next Real n***a they respect, bad b**h, 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 n***as 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, n***a, 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 n***as 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 crazy, stupid Ask the streets, they gon' tell you that I payed up my dues Ask your b**h, she gon' say I'm more famous than you I got shorties with the sh**s, who more dangerous than you That be popping out, f** 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 n***as say they hot, no you not, n***as know you lying b**h I'm back now, everybody know the summer mine Wanna feature now, that's a racket, f** you talking 'bout They like, "Why you taxing?" Cause yo' weak a** trynna buy some clout!