187 (Remix)

[Intro] Polo run it up Ayy, I said Polo run it up Ayy, gang Polo run it up, gang, gang Ayy, Polo run it up [Chorus] Beams on them guns when you tryna kill an innocent Hurt you with them drums like I'm in a [?] Hopped off the porch, went in the field, got to drillin' shit And shout-out to them niggas who don't talk doing sentences [Verse] Get him by any means, ride the park, it's where my troops at I get home, we've been on huntin', grab the 'K like "Where the fool at?" I can't find him on his block, then I'm on the way to his school at Can't [?] where the goofies and the fools at Got a heart of a killer, for TimTim I'ma prove that Knock him out his thoughts, police like "Where this nigga shoes at?" Checked in [?] if that [?] Spot News, yeah Hallway to heaven, you are ready for that cruise, yeah .40 hittin' young niggas [?] back Call a fifty like "My nigga where the tool at?" He a hothead, I got sum' that'll cool that Niggas walk around like some bitches, this a drag race Up the blick and score quick like Westbrook on a fast break Catch a opp and he gon' breath for his last day Add a K to Gucci Gang, see them bitches showing you Never been a type to move fun 'cause that what [goofies?] do You ain't one of my niggas, then nigga I ain't cool with you Drop this clip and have your homie dropping tears at your funeral Niggas taking L's, we the team that they losing to Pussies tried to show they tough, we the wrong ones to prove it to Whole gang crazy, and my gang [?] too Heavy artillery, we got shit that tear the bulletproof Glocks drumming, choppas singing, we make music on your block Green beam on your temple leave some bruises on your top Hollows bite his ass, they been keep on chewing Head shot, war time, he can't take it, make him move from out his block I was out there robbin', Lil G he was posted selling P If you woke up broke you should've never went to sleep 8 years old I met the streets, 16 start gripping heat 'Cause our rivals we've been in beef with rest in peace Lil shorties out here reckless, they so quick to let them heaters blow On my brother, we get to squeeze shit Have your brains leaking bitch, on the curb sleep as shit Block full of renegades, nigga it ain't no leave this ship Dreadhead copycats, ride a nigga as Keef and shit But then I made O.D.A, youngest nigga achieving shit This cockiness come natural, always knew that I would be the shit (Gang) [?] askin' me like "Where you been?" - at Mister [?] Gettin' to the money, bitch those Franklins was called Mike in '93, yeah I'm the greatest, bitch, I'm ballin' Play with my bread, see, that gon' leave a nigga stanky like he farted I am goin' 12, tryna make a nigga bargaining But I'd never tell, I can't snitch on my partners Dennis Rodman, for my team take the charges [Chorus] Beams on them guns when you tryna kill an innocent Hurt you with them drums like I'm in a [?] Hopped off the porch, went in the field, got to drillin' shit And shout-out to them niggas who don't talk doing sentences Beams on them guns when you tryna kill an innocent Hurt you with them drums like I'm in a [?] Hopped off the porch, went in the field, got to drillin' shit And shout-out to them niggas who don't talk doing sentences (Gang)