187 by Casxade Lyrics
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
One eight seven on your fucking kids
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
One eight seven on your fucking kids
This an execution you niggas want no static
Twenty coupes forty goons with eighty automatics
Im Mr.Fantastic cause all my clips elastic
Flashing all that plastic will leave you in a casket
Bodies missing magic they say im psychopathic
But i just play with matches then bodies burn to ashes
Havoc is a habit addicted like an addict
Murder commonly attracts to me like a magnet nigga
Addicted like and addict
Kill the beat i stab it
I just want the cash bitch
My haters looking sad shit
Diamonds on me Randy Savage
Im getting head from a bad bitch
She asking me about my fashion(yuh)
Im going hard im going stop stick
Lmg be on that gang shit
No money not speaking the language
Im smoking with my nigga casxade
We getting to a check fast pace
Im am the next new facade
You niggas always end up mad fake
Im with your wifey getting mad face
Im rarely having any bad days
I had to change my name
But nigga im still the shit
Driving drinking lean bet i won't spill this shit
Smoking popin percs and i can't feel this shit
One eight seven cause my nigga im killin it
We smokin purp my niggas not dealing shit (yuh)
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
One eight seven on your fucking kids
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
One eight seven on your fucking kids
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
One eight seven on your fucking kids
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
One eight seven on your fucking kids
This an execution you niggas want no static
Twenty coupes forty goons with eighty automatics
Im Mr.Fantastic cause all my clips elastic
Flashing all that plastic will leave you in a casket
Bodies missing magic they say im psychopathic
But i just play with matches then bodies burn to ashes
Havoc is a habit addicted like an addict
Murder commonly attracts to me like a magnet nigga
Addicted like and addict
Kill the beat i stab it
I just want the cash bitch
My haters looking sad shit
Diamonds on me Randy Savage
Im getting head from a bad bitch
She asking me about my fashion(yuh)
Im going hard im going stop stick
Lmg be on that gang shit
No money not speaking the language
Im smoking with my nigga casxade
We getting to a check fast pace
Im am the next new facade
You niggas always end up mad fake
Im with your wifey getting mad face
Im rarely having any bad days
I had to change my name
But nigga im still the shit
Driving drinking lean bet i won't spill this shit
Smoking popin percs and i can't feel this shit
One eight seven cause my nigga im killin it
We smokin purp my niggas not dealing shit (yuh)
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
One eight seven on your fucking kids
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
Gang shit, this that, murder shit, this that
One eight seven on your fucking kids