187 lyrics

[Intro]
(17)
Huh, woah
n*gga (Berge always flexin'), it's YoungBoy
Huh, big gravedigger
Big 4KTrey, pus*y, huh
It's a murder zone
Uh-uh (Huh)
(Ayy, what you on, foe?) Rrrt
Uh-uh, boom, baow, baow, baow, baow
I see you pus*y ass n*ggas doin' all that poppin' (Ouu, uh-uh)
Let's f*ck with somethin', n*gga (Yeah) (Let's f*ck with somethin', come on)
You know you bound to get caught out of bounds (Yeah), boy

[Verse 1]
Why you pus*y ass n*ggas always act like y'all wan' f*ck with slime?
Like I wasn't out here slangin' iron, havin' you b*tches die (n*gga, yeah)
Knock all that mind, b*tch, you couldn't even pick your partner up
Act like you wan' do somethin'
Come f*ck with us and I'm gon' show you how to bite the dust (I'm gon' show you how to bite the dust)
I'ma have 'em hop out sprayin' somethin'
pus*y, you ain't scarin' us
You'll get your motherf*ckin' head bust, n*gga, you ain't step on nothin'
b*tch, we gon' make 'em call the feds on us
n*gga know we did somethin', code red somethin'
Hop out with that choppa, run down, led somethin'
b*tch, that talkin' get you motherf*ckin' blues out your shoes (Blues, shoes)
Run down, put that pus*y on the news with no clues (On the news, ugh)
In here with them roosters, b*tch, you know we do that do (Uh)
You might f*ck 'round and get killed, boy
Who the f*ck is you? Dumb
[Chorus]
187, send your pus*y ass to heaven
You a b*tch, n*gga, stop reppin'
b*tch, don't test me, don't test me (b*tch, don't test me)
I'ma get your family, drop that bag (Bag), it turn out tragic (Uh-huh)
Stolen Glock with a switch on back in a four-door matic, let you have it, yeah
b*tch, get at me (Wow), heh
b*tch, I'm pressure (Pressure), yeah
Hit you in your head and turn you to a pretzel (Pretzel)
I spray it (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Get you banged at (Boom, boom), right where your stain at (At)
Thinkin' with that pickle 'til it get dill, b*tch, I'm gon stretch you where your man at

[Verse 2]
b*tch, I'm from Northside
Grave Digger mountain right where I hang at (At, come on, come on)
b*tch, I'm 'bout mine
You come up here and you won't make it back (Yeah, Lil Top, n*gga, yeah)
b*tch, I'm big slime and 4KTrey, you know I claim that (Slatt, slatt)
You know I'm rich, 5, and all my baby mamas hate my ass, uh, uh
b*tch, you know I'm dumb-dumb (Dumb-dumb)
Ridin' 'round with a drum-drum (Drum-drum)
Catch you bad I dump-dump (Dump-dump), and I put you on the news
Okay, where you from-from? (From-from) Show you how I f*ckin' come (f*ckin' come)
Run down on you, let it bang (Bang), n*gga, bang (Baow), and then you done (Done)
I bang strictly gunsmoke
I say all you n*ggas hoes
When you see me, b*tch, get with me
I say f*ck you, let me know (Let me know)
b*tch, you better have your pole (Pole)
Ain't no glitchin', let it blow
Or, we gon' tear off all your face, 'til you get stood over on the floor
[Chorus]
187, send your pus*y ass to heaven
You a b*tch, n*gga, stop reppin'
b*tch, don't test me, don't test me (b*tch, don't test me)
I'ma get your family, drop that bag (Bag), it turn out tragic (Huh)
Stolen Glock with a switch on back in a four-door matic, let you have it, yeah
b*tch, get at me (Wow), heh
b*tch, I'm pressure (Pressure), yeah
Hit you in your head and turn you to a pretzel (Pretzel)
I spray it (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Get you banged out (Boom, boom), right where your stain at (At)
Thinkin' with that pickle 'til it get dill, b*tch, I'm gon' stretch you where your man at