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nobody really fucking with me
In it by myself yea a nigga a rebel
No you not a grave digger put down the shovel
Stick it's holding horns like a daredevil

nigga with it
TSA know me by my first name
Please don't say you know me
If you don't no me
Slowly solely folks in
Fuck with me you SOL
I'm Sol my shit gon

presenting facts dq really 3.7.4
1.8.7 as you kno
You could never say we man hoes
You hit a lick and buss it down
Cuz you cant forget none of the bro's
And if

womb 
touch the fam definitely gone lose
Abide by The God father rule 
Malfia style 187 speed dial 
Kill the screen when I touch down 
Running shit like

profit
You gotta know it's 187 on a pussy nigga telling
Send his ass to hell
That bitch nigga ain't going to heaven
America most wanted
Hol up
I said

Objection you bullshit
Your deceptions been detected
Best correct it
'Cause time is money
And you getting broker by the second Holding a Milli'
Feel like

church in the middle of a service
Grab a hold of that fake lying filthy reverend
Strangled that bitch with his blood, I wrote "187"
Also drew a V cross,

better move out my way bitch

Consumed by the vices
Serpentine like Hades
I'm just trying to climb
To the top throw my anchor
Overflow like wine
Mixing

ride if yo pockets
Filled with dead guys
(They gone slide bout that cash)

187 in them trenches bad news
another homicide
Another dead guy and they

out bones
Followed by a serving crown of horns
One to your dome
Angels sing newborns
Creeping out the cuts
Pussy motherfuckers
Feel the wrath

geklatscht wie nen 187 Sticker

Ich schrieb schon erste Texte in der 6ten auf der Klassenfahrt
Und jetzt hat die Poollandschaft mehr Becken als ein Massengrab

I guess I'm back for another one this seems far from the finish
If you don't know me by now give me a minute to mention
Chubby nigga with

Get Deep)

When you see me, you got a king in your Prescence
No rock and roll but every time you blink 187
Hell or heaven where am I going, I don't know

for my dawgs I never switch (Yuh)
Y'all in the club I ain't on the list (Yuh)
Dripping all water like fish (Yuh)
And I ain't impressed by none of this

own building
Penal code 187, we about to make a killing
They ain't leave me no choice, but to ball out
I'm a G and you a square, like a Boy Scout
I'm

attention to the words
I put shit together with my Nouns and all my verbs
You put your flow together By Just playing with turds
I'll put you with the worms

love with my sneaky link
And I swear my love so crazy, I mean it go brazy
But y'all gon' have me in these streets surrounded by some ladies
Yeah, shorty

your trigger and it's time to die
No alibis
12 minutes, that's all you got
1-8-7, an undercover cop
Delve in it, can't hide the shot
You're not in yet,

Ayy, it's 187 (Ayy, woah)
(Sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin', you know?)
(Ayy)

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

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the .40 (40,40)
This for whoever think know me
Dab me up once and they think they the homie (hahaha)
Shit I be here by my lonely
WB Reezy he shoot for

our best 
But to some consistency in ideas is what's worth a test 
Gratis events when the creator feels generous, and still gets fucked by the ones who

liquid
Can't imagine how hard it was what a transition
He went from weighing 250 to 187
Yeah

I've been compared to loose change
Tend rub on metal from

our best 
But to some consistency in ideas is what's worth a test 
Gratis events when the creator feels generous, and still gets fucked by the ones who