187 ft. BG Livin Lyrics

Them hallows gone rip throu his body

Kick shi lik wasabi knowin them bois be wildin

All that spit fuck the bark jus try it

187 we ridin, 9 to 5 ain't buy it

Yeen ain't jumped off the porch quiet lyin

BG jus kno I'm slidin

Bus out the side wid tht fye

All these ops must die

Ma I can't tell no lie

Fuk can't be in me, they ain't seein me

All tht love from a nicca gon sink wen you reach

So bitxh hell nah ion reach

Most these nicca gon leach move wid the rec no lead

Squeeze til the glock on E

Nicca never fuk wid law why

Cus thy ain't ever fw me

Nicca stop faking yeen flockin

Yeen never rob nobody

Yeen never hit no car

Bit was doin tht in my diaper

Yeen never been onna field tht war

Yeen never run wid thm Titans

Yeen my gang ion lik you

100k swipin

cougar bitch let me bring it out her

Pushin it lik her mileage

Cougar bitch won't break a promise

Yo honor I did dirt ain't sorry

Thy get karma

Hallows gone make creations

Hallows rearrange organs

Bit you a donor

Them hallows gone rip throu his body

Kick shi lik wasabi knowin them bois be wildin

All that spit fuck the bark jus try it

187 we ridin, 9 to 5 ain't buy it

Yeen ain't jumped off the porch quiet lyin

BG jus kno I'm slidin

Bus out the side wid tht fye

All these ops must die

Ma I can't tell no lie

Aye, Aye, Aye

Look, look, stop all that talking my nigga let's get it

Niggas want beef man I'm feeling the tension

All in her mouth now I'm all in her mentions

Had to cut her off had selfish intentions

Niggas be mad they all in they feelings

Niggas be talking know they some bitches

Walk on this beat it's hurting my tendons

Not going back and forth this is not tennis

I want an AR with double D titties

Cuz make a serve Im talking bout Whitney

Opps come with 10 but we spin with 50

Hopped out the whip strapped up with my dickies

We do em dirty I'm talking about filthy

I be so hot boy they calling my chili

I be so lit boy I'm sippin on henny

Niggas act gangsta they need them a Grammy

Them hallows gone rip throu his body

Kick shi lik wasabi knowin them bois be wildin

All that spit fuck the bark jus try it

187 we ridin, 9 to 5 ain't buy it

Yeen ain't jumped off the porch quiet lyin

BG jus kno I'm slidin

Bus out the side wid tht fye

All these ops must die

Ma I can't tell no lie

I can't tell no lie