187 - Soldier Kidd

Uh-huh, clock broke, time to blitz

Tell me something, you think you fuckin' with a jit

I’ll handle some, pop a nigga like a mint

Wrap him up, I ain’t talkin' bout a diss

I be snappin' bruh, ballin' like the old Mets

She cappin' bruh, she want Versace for the mix

Got my status up, now lil shorty on my dick

You fuckin' all of us, silly rabbit, you a trick

And no, and no, you know I want some more

I ain’t come to fight, everybody hit the floor

And Lil Bino got a nine, he’ll give a nigga four

We ain’t got no mind, run up in yo daddy store

Uh-uh, shorty ride my blitz

Bust some, I’ll run out on yo click

He ain’t bout none, but he swear he with the shits

Talkin' honeybun, nigga sweeter than a bitch

Nigga sweeter than some nectar

Bossed up, just like Hector

If it ain’t pay me, I don’t wanna hear yo lecture

They’ll slay me, that’s why I got so much vendettas

Pullin' up on we, you gon get hit with berettas

187, Soldiers want the smoke

That’s a MAC-11, that’s a Calico

Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke

Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor

187, Soldiers want the smoke

That’s a MAC-11, that’s a Calico

Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke

Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor

Anyway, it Lil Soldier on the stove

Anyway, and you know the Soldiers down to blow

I got plenty weight, just to make a lil dough

Talkin' bang-bang, Chief Keef, don’t even know

Is you with it, cause I’m with it

Out my body, I can see it

Ain’t no molly, this a willy

You can’t touch, but you can feel me

I’m the one out of a million

Hidin' guns right in the ceiling

Where them cards, a nigga dealin'

Out the yard, we be stealin'

Jackin' cars, it ain’t no chillin'

Pull up hard, like what the business?

You was talkin' like the ciggy

Let me see and I’ma rip it

NYC, I just be killin' it

That lil boy, he got a semi

Better pray that don’t see me

If I pull up, I’ma end it

Youngin' got a strap, and he rockin' Polo

I was done bad, runnin' from the po-po

Shorty got her mad, and I’m talkin' fo-fo

Shoot him in the back, what the fuck he runnin' for?

187, Soldiers want the smoke

That’s a MAC-11, that’s a Calico

Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke

Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor

187, Soldiers want the smoke

That’s a MAC-11, that’s a Calico

Gang-Gang, catch a stick, make her choke

Anyway, time to blitz, hit the floor