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Giggs - 187 Lyrics



Giggs - 187 Lyrics
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(Machine baby)
Let's a-go!
(Machine baby)
Let's a-go (yeah)
Turn up my headphones

One MAC-10 (ten)
One eleven (eleven)
It's 1-8-7 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
1-8-7 (ha)
1-8-7 (seven)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
One MAC-10 (MAC-10)
One eleven

Pull up at the spot (pull up at the spot)
Rolling with the big about it
Might pull up with a thot (umm!)
Now everyone at Hollowman's local
Might pull up where it's hot (where it's hot)
A knew that them niggas be working
Might pull up on a job (yeah)

What's on the menu?
Oh that's them man?
Glocks at the venue (yeah)
I had lots on the menu (menu)
I had lots at the venue (yeah)
I'm gonna have to continue
To just floss and offend you

Hands on the cash (on the cash)
I had Buck on the phone all morning
I got my gang on attack (jheeze)
I had Buck on the phone just yawning
I got my gang getting gassed (yeah)
I got the smallest circle of soldiers
'Cause I got stabbed in the back (mm)

Who's getting heavy? (Heavy)
I got dudes on the ready
So who's getting ready? (Who's getting ready?)
And, who gets a girl at the end?
Please, who's getting Debbie?
Yeah, dig 'em up, yeah, yeah
Fools getting buried

One MAC-10 (ten)
One eleven (eleven)
It's 1-8-7 (seven)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
One MAC-10 (yeah)
One eleven (eleven)

Money's low
I had one in seven
I had couple 9s and 10s
And one eleven (oh)
Riders posted
Bunning lemon
Man are ready
Just come and get 'em

Bounce and a ounce (ounce)
Back from the wildest party
And I'm out for the count (yeah)
Out for the count (count)
Knocked out on the couch (on the couch)
No one don't tell me nothing
I threw up out from the house

You better respect that
I get the message and I text back
I put a message on the next track (yeah)
I put my zoobie where the cheques at (yeah)
I get the pussy, then I flex that (yeah)
You better run it and address that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want my money where my desk at (money where my desk at)

I got pills and a lyca (lyca)
(So what?)
So who's getting hyper? (Yeah)
Niggas think they're rapping up man
So who's in a cypher?
He just sliced up a man's cake
By just using a slicer (straight)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1-8-7 (seven)
I had one in bussin', and one in revvin' (yeah)
We ain't comin', discussing
Comin', dead him
I had them mother f*ckers dropping like them f*cking lemmings (haha)

One MAC-10 (MAC-10)
One eleven (one eleven)
It's 1-8-7 (1-8-7)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
One MAC-10
One eleven
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(Machine baby)
Let's a-go!
(Machine baby)
Let's a-go (yeah)
Turn up my headphones

One MAC-10 (ten)
One eleven (eleven)
It's 1-8-7 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
1-8-7 (ha)
1-8-7 (seven)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
One MAC-10 (MAC-10)
One eleven

Pull up at the spot (pull up at the spot)
Rolling with the big about it
Might pull up with a thot (umm!)
Now everyone at Hollowman's local
Might pull up where it's hot (where it's hot)
A knew that them niggas be working
Might pull up on a job (yeah)

What's on the menu?
Oh that's them man?
Glocks at the venue (yeah)
I had lots on the menu (menu)
I had lots at the venue (yeah)
I'm gonna have to continue
To just floss and offend you

Hands on the cash (on the cash)
I had Buck on the phone all morning
I got my gang on attack (jheeze)
I had Buck on the phone just yawning
I got my gang getting gassed (yeah)
I got the smallest circle of soldiers
'Cause I got stabbed in the back (mm)

Who's getting heavy? (Heavy)
I got dudes on the ready
So who's getting ready? (Who's getting ready?)
And, who gets a girl at the end?
Please, who's getting Debbie?
Yeah, dig 'em up, yeah, yeah
Fools getting buried

One MAC-10 (ten)
One eleven (eleven)
It's 1-8-7 (seven)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
One MAC-10 (yeah)
One eleven (eleven)

Money's low
I had one in seven
I had couple 9s and 10s
And one eleven (oh)
Riders posted
Bunning lemon
Man are ready
Just come and get 'em

Bounce and a ounce (ounce)
Back from the wildest party
And I'm out for the count (yeah)
Out for the count (count)
Knocked out on the couch (on the couch)
No one don't tell me nothing
I threw up out from the house

You better respect that
I get the message and I text back
I put a message on the next track (yeah)
I put my zoobie where the cheques at (yeah)
I get the pussy, then I flex that (yeah)
You better run it and address that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want my money where my desk at (money where my desk at)

I got pills and a lyca (lyca)
(So what?)
So who's getting hyper? (Yeah)
Niggas think they're rapping up man
So who's in a cypher?
He just sliced up a man's cake
By just using a slicer (straight)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1-8-7 (seven)
I had one in bussin', and one in revvin' (yeah)
We ain't comin', discussing
Comin', dead him
I had them mother f*ckers dropping like them f*cking lemmings (haha)

One MAC-10 (MAC-10)
One eleven (one eleven)
It's 1-8-7 (1-8-7)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
One MAC-10
One eleven
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Writer: Jason Thompson, Lee Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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