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Youngboy Never Broke Again - 187 Lyrics

187 Lyrics[Intro]
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Huh, woah
Nigga (Berge always flexin'), it's YoungBoy
Huh, big gravedigger
Big 4KTrey, pussy, huh
It's a murder zone
Uh-uh (Huh)
(Ayy, what you on, foe?) Rrrt
Uh-uh, boom, baow, baow, baow, baow
I see you pussy ass niggas doin' all that poppin' (Ouu, uh-uh)
Let's fuck with somethin', nigga (Yeah) (Let's fuck with somethin', come on)
You know you bound to get caught out of bounds (Yeah), boy

[Verse 1]
Why you pussy ass niggas always act like y'all wan' fuck with slime? Like I wasn't out here slangin' iron, havin' you bitches die (Nigga, yeah)
Knock all that mind, bitch, you couldn't even pick your partner up
Act like you wan' do somethin'
Come fuck with us and I'm gon' show you how to bite the dust (I'm gon' show you how to bite the dust)
I'ma have 'em hop out sprayin' somethin'
Pussy, you ain't scarin' us
You'll get your motherfuckin' head bust, nigga, you ain't step on nothin'
Bitch, we gon' make 'em call the feds on us
Nigga know we did somethin', code red somethin'
Hop out with that choppa, run down, led somethin'
Bitch, that talkin' get you motherfuckin' blues'd out your shoes (Blues'd, shoes)
Run down, put that pussy on the news with no clues (On the news, ugh)
In here with them roosters, bitch, you know we do that do (Uh)
You might fuck 'round and get killed, boy
Who the fuck is you? Dumb

[Chorus]
One eighty seven, send your pussy ass to heaven
You a bitch, nigga, stop reppin'
Bitch, don't test me, don't test me (Bitch, don't test me)
I'ma get your family, drop that bag (Bag), it turn out tragic (Uh-huh)
Stolen Glock with a switch on back in a four-door matic, let you have it, yeah
Bitch, get at me (Wow), heh
Bitch, I'm pressure (Pressure), yeah
Hit you in your head and turn you to a pretzel (Pretzel)
I spray it (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Get you banged out (Boom, boom), right where your stain at (At)
Thinkin' with that pickle til it get dill, bitch, I'm gon stretch you where your man at

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm from Northside
Grave Digger mountain right where I hang at (At, come on, come on)
Bitch, I'm 'bout mine
You come up here and you won't make it back (Yeah, Lil Top, nigga, yeah)
Bitch, I'm big slime and 4KTrey, you know I claim that (Slatt, slatt)
You know I'm rich, 5, and all my baby mamas hate my ass, uh, uh
Bitch, you know I'm dumb-dumb (Dumb-dumb)
Ridin' 'round with a drum-drum (Drum-drum)
Catch you bad I dump-dump (Dump-dump), and I put you on the news
Okay, where you from-from? (From-from) Show you how I fuckin' come (Fuckin' come)
Run down on you, let it bang (Bang), nigga, bang (Baow), and then you done (Done)
I bang strictly gunsmoke
I say all you niggas hoes
When you see me, bitch, get with me
I say fuck you, let me know (Let me know)
Bitch, you better have your pole (Pole)
Ain't no glitchin', let it blow
Or, we gon' tear up all your face, til you get stood over on the floor

[Chorus]
One eighty seven, send your pussy ass to heaven
You a bitch, nigga, stop reppin'
Bitch, don't test me, don't test me (Bitch, don't test me)
I'ma get your family, drop that bag (Bag), it turn out tragic (Huh)
Stolen Glock with a switch on back in a four-door matic, let you have it, yeah
Bitch, get at me (Wow), heh
Bitch, I'm pressure (Pressure), yeah
Hit you in your head and turn you to a pretzel (Pretzel)
I spray it (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Get you banged out (Boom, boom), right where your stain at (At)
Thinkin' with that pickle til it get dill, bitch, I'm gon' stretch you where your man at