[Intro]
Great John on the beat, by the way
[Chorus]
187 if they showed you they ain't loyal
187 if they talking down on you (Yeah)
187, they ain't do a thing for you
187, got a hundred rounds for you, yeah
They tryna see me now, ain't wanna see me then
Ain't tryna help me make, but tryna help me spend
A broke nigga got jealous and shot his mans up
A rich nigga got jealous and copped a Benz truck
[Verse]
Slide down your block, tryna make a beat like 808
Stand on that block like we ain't have nowhere to stay
They only love you when you dead and locked away, you cashing in, making plays
They capping, I know the game, look
Laced up my kicks, I'm tryna ball like Hall of Fame, tried takin' me out of my lane
Your shooters ain't have no aim, though
We let it off and your shooters busting a Tango
You know I ain't really going unless the gang go
Catch me in traffic, I'm shooting shit like I'm Rambo
Can't put your trust in these hoes, they leave you dead broke
I told them niggas stop fronting and put they mans on
I put these drugs in my system to let the pain go
[Chorus]
187 if they showed you they ain't loyal
187 if they talking down on you (Yeah)
187, they ain't do a thing for you
187, got a hundred rounds for you, yeah
They tryna see me now, ain't wanna see me then
Ain't tryna help me make, but tryna help me spend
A broke nigga got jealous and shot his mans up
A rich nigga got jealous and copped a Benz truck
[Outro]
Wanna play games?
Okay, you wanna play rough? Okay
Say hello to my little friend
You wanna play rough? Okay
Okay, you like that?
Huh?
You want more?
Okay
You whores
Cowards
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