187 - DJ Lucky L
Composed by:Kendall Johnson
I hit the club with all my ice on my
I turn the lights on
My tool on me
Who this n***a staring at my jewelry
Gang with me
Gang with me
Bang with me
We start shooting in the club
If you scared to tote a gun you can't hang with me
Run up in yo b***h house
Where them kilos
Got some bald headed Mexicans
Shout out my Migos
I knock on a n***a door
Shoot him through the peep hole
I just knocked a n***a out
What he was mugging me for
Nun but killers in my squad
Don't make call up tito
Young n***a but is throwing n***as like I'm debo
They ain't let me in with this pole
They should've searched me at the door
This n***a blood on my shoe
We stumped a n***a in the floor
Say ya love me baby what's the meanin of that s**t
I don't drink codeine
I ain't with that leaning and s**t
Got a new tool put a red beam on that b***h
Never wife a b***h
I never bought a ring for a b***h
You gone make me pull up on yo motherf**kin block
Get to clappin
I shoot yo a*s 187 f**k this rap s**t
Tec-9's AR-15's and a MAC 10
I'm out west where we gang bang and kidnap s**t
It's shooters in yo house b***h
Since you wanna sneak diss
On the internet
Twitter beef
N***a tweet this
9 I run up on yo a*s from behind
Are ya lackin bullets hit yo a*s in yo spine
Boy ya actin
Ya get caught in that jam and drop a dime
B***h was givin my mans top
While I was hittin her from behind
This that street s**t call 4nem
We on that heat s**t
Hot s**t
Pull up on yo block then drop s**t
We pop s**t
I'm Robbin jeans saggin
I ain't with all of that Rocks s**t
My tooley come
Call my gun connect
He bring me stupid Glocks
Stupid watch
Filled with stupid diamonds
I don't even know what time it is
A better no one my man
No time to waste these bullets gone hit yo face
Gone make me catch a case
Young n***a with felonies
Couldn't stay with my OG
She was on section 8
We go stamine
No we pull up on yo block
And then kill any race
Mini man I'm yelling many man
4nem jump out that mini van
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug
You ain't hood enough
I f**k a n***a up
Paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f**k with a thug
'Cause my money up
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug
You ain't hood enough
I f**k a n***a up
Paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f**k with a thug
'Cause my money up
You don't wanna get caught in the street
Chest full of lead and a head full of heat
Full of heat
What's with all this twitter beef we can meet
Give a f**k imma see ya on the streets
See ya on the streets
You better run boa we do this s**t for fun
You'd be smart if you go and buy a gun
Buy a gun
I got a f**ked up attitude very rude
Say it's beef now I'm shooting up a school
Up a school
Ano another murder came down I'm a fool
I'm a rapper but don't get this s**t confused
S**t confused
That boy don't wanna use his head he gone lose
Then I shoot him and that b***h with this Uzi
With this Uzi
Red beams everywhere
Bullets flyin everywhere
Better run n***a move it n***a move it
I kick a n***a door in shooters on the low end
Call 'em up and they shootin
And they shootin
This stupid b***h tryna fool me
We got enough clips in this b***h to shoot a movie
Cops in my rear view flushing through the traffic
Kill yo mans he tried to testify
Catch his a*s in traffic
N***a get yo rolls up
N***a get yo poles up
Young young wild n***as
They gone bring the poles up
You ain't gang n***a
You don't bang n***a
You don't slang
We gone we gone hit yo block
We gone find out where you hang
Where you hang Dangling
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug you ain't hood enough
I f**k a n***a up paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f**k with a thug
'Cause my money up
I fell off in the club with some thugs
And the semi tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug you ain't hood enough
I f**k a n***a up paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna f**k with a thug
'Cause my money up