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187 vibes - big azrael lyrics

[intro]
uh, go
uh
what?

[verse 1]
i ain’t with the talkin’, b*tch, i really spark it (boom)
most these n*ggas p*ssy, they be actin’ harmless (b*tch)
f*ck that, we gon’ off ’em, catch him, we gon’ chalk him (uh*huh)
slide up with that fully, hit his sh*t, now he a carcass (boom)
n*gga, i ain’t lackin’, play with me, it get to crackin’ (brrt)
ain’t no second chances, face shot, closed casket (p*ssy)
big ass glock gon’ blast him, switch hit, body spazzin’ (boom, boom)
pull up, get to clappin’, drop a opp, then spin it backwards (b*tch)
four deep in that striker, masked up like michael myers (uh*huh)
if he ain’t dead, we double back, ain’t leavin’ n*ggas survivors (nope)
we get shiesty with that fire, make that lil’ boy meet his higher (b*tch)
hollow tips gon’ f*ck him up, he leakin’ out, his sh*t expired (boom)

[bridge]
drac’ got kickback, watch that sh*t rip through his six*pack (uh*huh)
opps ain’t on sh*t, they in the crib, ain’t tryna get back (they b*tches)
b*tch, i’m on that slime sh*t, mask up, let that nine spit (brrt)
talkin’ like you wit’ it, now he folded up, he dyin’ quick (p*ssy)

[verse 2]
red beam on his forehead, make him see the light (boom)
said he want some smoke, now his momma screamin’ christ (uh*huh)
slide up in that tinted whip, we purgin’ through the night (skrrt)
f*ck the other side, ain’t no passes, it’s on sight (b*tch)
roll that boy up in a backwood, smoke his ass (p*ssy)
these n*ggas talk that gangsta sh*t, then turn into a hashtag (uh*huh)
pop a perc’, now i’m geekin’, f*ck around and crash that (boom)
told that b*tch to eat me up, she sucked me like a lab rat (throat goat)
too deep, just me and twin, we slide with different gens (brrt)
chop’ gon’ eat his skin, f*ck his block, we spin again (boom)
he ain’t got no bl!ck, that boy a l!ck, he ain’t no threat (p*ssy)
hit him in his chest, now his dumbass need a vest (goofy)
[outro]
all these n*ggas scared, they ain’t on sh*t, we know that (b*tch)
catch his ass lackin’, turn that boy into a throwback (boom)
187 vibes, murder sh*t, yeah, we on that (uh*huh)
hundred rounds dumpin’, ain’t no way that he come back (nope)
p*ssy n*gga, f*ck yo’ gang, and f*ck whoever ridin’ (f*ck ’em)
say it’s up, then drop the low, lil’ b*tch, we really slidin’ (skrrt)
we ain’t duckin’ sh*t, n*gga, f*ck a truce, it’s time for dyin’ (boom)
f*ck a diss, i catch you lackin’, b*tch, it’s perfect timin’ (go, go, go)

- big azrael lyrics

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