1-8-7 Lyrics

West and the South West and the South

Mix it up that's what we bout

Xanax bars up in my drank mix that shit up in that pink

Pookie cut him up all up in that fuckin sink

TwoStax spent two racks on that AK

Just to rack that bitch up in your face

When the sky turns grey and the end of days are here

You will run you will hide I can sense the fear

It doesn't matter if you run I can reach out far

I got rounds going through your car

Of course I saved a hoe I'm only 21 but my bank account looks like bezos'

Just wait until the night until you think you might survive

I love the attitude but I got green lights up in my eyes

I can't never get no sleep so I'm searchin for solutions

I need to cleanse my mind of the murder thoughts and all pollution

How much longer can I live like this before I get convicted?

I guess we'll find out when i get my crucifixion hoe

Back up on this shit

Rippa opposite of bitch

Hurricane pistol grip with the bottomless clip

Oh shit oh shit

OKIEZ 66 6 is the homicidal clique

Smoke ya bitch in a swish

I ain't ever hittin shit

Lil pussy boy kid I be slidin with the tint

You can ask all ya friends they won't tell you who it is

Sip your blood I don't diss imma lay you where I piss

Cuz all you talk is shit so lemme tell you this

Imma bump my own shit while creepin in the whip

Catch me ridin with my chick and she gettin all the dick

Drop that ass watch it bend

Fuck a friend imma die for my mothafuckin kin

Everyday let it cry bullets fly out the four five

Never had a life just another fuckin guy to the bigger sacrifice

Flash before my very eyes it's tha Rippa with a scythe cuttin all his fuckin ties