Soldier Kidd – 187 lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, c'mon, c'mon
Ayy, c'mon, c'mon
Parlay parlay
Get hit with a body

[Verse]
Uh-uh, clock broke, time to blitz
Tell me somethin', you think you fuckin' with a jit?
I'll handle somethin', pop a nigga like a mint
Wrap him up, I ain't talkin' bout a diss
I be snappin' bruh, ballin' like the old Knicks
She cappin' bruh, shoot us out, she finna miss
Got my stats up, now lil shorty on my dick
You fuckin' all of us, silly rabbit, you a trick
And know, and know, you know I want some more
I ain't come to fight, everybody hit the floor
And Lil Bino got a nine, he'll give a nigga four
We ain't got no mind, run up in your daddy store
Uh-uh, shorty ride my blitz
Bust some', I'll run out on yo click
He ain't 'bout none', but he swear he with the shits
Talkin' honeybun, nigga sweeter than a bitch
Nigga sweeter than some nectar, bossed up, just like Hector
If it ain't pay me, I don't wanna hear your lecture
They'll slay me, that's why I got so much vendettas
Pullin' up on we, you gon' get hit with Berettas

[Chorus]
1-87, soldiers want the smoke
That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico
Gang gang, catch a stick, make her choke
Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor
1-87, soldiers want the smoke
That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico
Gang gang, catch a stick, make her choke
Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor

[Verse 2]
Anyway, it Lil Soldier on the stove
Anyway, and you know the soldiers down to blow
I got plenty weight, just to make a lil' dope
Talkin' bang bang, Chief Keef don't even know
Is you with it? 'Cause I'm with it
Out my body, I get silly
Ain't no molly, this a willy
You can't touch but you can feel me
I'm the one out of a million
Hidin' guns right in the ceiling
Where them cards a nigga dealin'
Out the yard, we be stealin'
Jackin' cars, it ain't no chillin'
Pull up hard like what the business?
You was talkin' like the ciggy
Let me see and I'ma rip it
NYC, I just be killin'
That lil' boy, he got a semi
Better pray that they don't see me
If I pull up, I'ma end it
Youngin' got a strap and he rockin' Polo
I was down bad, runnin' from the po-po
Shorty got a MAC, and I'm talkin' four-four
Shoot him in the back, what the fuck he runnin' for?

[Chorus]
1-87, soldiers want the smoke
That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico
Gang gang, catch a stick, make her choke
Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor
1-87, soldiers want the smoke
That's a MAC-11, that's a Calico
Gang gang, catch a stick, make her choke
Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor