187 by Mar Reynolds Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mar Reynolds]
Real recognize real so I'm blind to you niggas
I'm finding you niggas
And maybe put a 9 to you niggas
Gunshot
Oh shit, now hold this, whole clip
And Just know nigga I won't miss
I ain't a killer though
I'm talking bout' my rap skills, I'm mad real
All these niggas steady getting they cap peeled
WHOA
They told me get a grip, I got a grip
Made the flow and polished it
Spit the hardest shit from my fucking esophagus
Nigga I'm the illest, acknowledge it
You probably wanna stop it quick
I'm a real nigga me and you are opposite
My niggas talking politics, on some Obama shit
Hating ass niggass looking Romneyish
It's time for a topic switch
My dick nigga
DAMN your bitch is on top of it
Fuck who I offend I never really gave a fuck
My bars dangerous like angel dust
So go ahead inhale it up
Drag addict
Man y'all gotta quit drug rappin'
Stay in your lane, you ain't never been in drug traffic
And you bout' to get in an accident
I'm rather sick
You niggas talk, I'd rather spit
I wanna see these niggas suffer, I'm a masochist
I'm all action, y'all niggas are pacifists
I'm chilling with my dogs, on some fucking Shaggy shit
Y'all niggas pussy like a bush, you a shaggy clit
Bag back, you and your raps wack
I'm quick to pull a nigga card like a blackjack
No arguments, that's that
Just listen to the snare beat
Beef with Mar Reynolds? You won a prize, spare teeth
[Hook]
And I won't stop
Doing 187s cause these niggas think they hot
(6x)
[Verse 2: Mar Reynolds]
Black magic, I'm a black magician
Young nigga of the chain like it's abolition
Mathematician, show you rap niggas bad divison
Subtract a clip then I show his fucking hat addition
I'm the illest dog, you might can tell
Mad bars, it's like a nigga doing life in jail
Nah I'm out on parole
Dog I'm out of control
Lyrics touch your spirit, mind, heart, body, and soul
Wait a minute dog, I think I'm talking too slow
WHOA
This shit is drastic, I'm spittin' classics
To kill the masses
The wack shit you rapping is dead, I put it in casket
Obituaries, other rappers is getting buried
Put them in a cemetery once they notice that my shit is very
Incredible, on top of your pedestal
I stay high up all because of that medical
Nigga what the fuck, I'm killing these niggas like Bubba Gump
Your girl a bus down so I hit her with an uppercut
What?!
Have I done enough?
Awh man, what the fuck...
[Hook]
Real recognize real so I'm blind to you niggas
I'm finding you niggas
And maybe put a 9 to you niggas
Gunshot
Oh shit, now hold this, whole clip
And Just know nigga I won't miss
I ain't a killer though
I'm talking bout' my rap skills, I'm mad real
All these niggas steady getting they cap peeled
WHOA
They told me get a grip, I got a grip
Made the flow and polished it
Spit the hardest shit from my fucking esophagus
Nigga I'm the illest, acknowledge it
You probably wanna stop it quick
I'm a real nigga me and you are opposite
My niggas talking politics, on some Obama shit
Hating ass niggass looking Romneyish
It's time for a topic switch
My dick nigga
DAMN your bitch is on top of it
Fuck who I offend I never really gave a fuck
My bars dangerous like angel dust
So go ahead inhale it up
Drag addict
Man y'all gotta quit drug rappin'
Stay in your lane, you ain't never been in drug traffic
And you bout' to get in an accident
I'm rather sick
You niggas talk, I'd rather spit
I wanna see these niggas suffer, I'm a masochist
I'm all action, y'all niggas are pacifists
I'm chilling with my dogs, on some fucking Shaggy shit
Y'all niggas pussy like a bush, you a shaggy clit
Bag back, you and your raps wack
I'm quick to pull a nigga card like a blackjack
No arguments, that's that
Just listen to the snare beat
Beef with Mar Reynolds? You won a prize, spare teeth
[Hook]
And I won't stop
Doing 187s cause these niggas think they hot
(6x)
[Verse 2: Mar Reynolds]
Black magic, I'm a black magician
Young nigga of the chain like it's abolition
Mathematician, show you rap niggas bad divison
Subtract a clip then I show his fucking hat addition
I'm the illest dog, you might can tell
Mad bars, it's like a nigga doing life in jail
Nah I'm out on parole
Dog I'm out of control
Lyrics touch your spirit, mind, heart, body, and soul
Wait a minute dog, I think I'm talking too slow
WHOA
This shit is drastic, I'm spittin' classics
To kill the masses
The wack shit you rapping is dead, I put it in casket
Obituaries, other rappers is getting buried
Put them in a cemetery once they notice that my shit is very
Incredible, on top of your pedestal
I stay high up all because of that medical
Nigga what the fuck, I'm killing these niggas like Bubba Gump
Your girl a bus down so I hit her with an uppercut
What?!
Have I done enough?
Awh man, what the fuck...
[Hook]