TYGA - 187 feat. Rick Ross lyrics

rate me

Big boys’ neighborhood

T-raw rock my own kick game

8 figure deal figure how I’m courtside at a Clip game

Still pop ace bitch

I’m a rose black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ

Ok the day you beating me no day

Banned to make her dance that’s thousand dollar foreplay

AK get a full clip not a sound wave

You kissed her in her mouth ask her how my dick taste

You don’t want no drama I’m worth a couple commas

It’s death before dishonor

Last king come sign him all shit to be designer

Extraordinary rhymer our bodies

West west up hot temper

Get wet up she give me

Neck up she clean the mess up

One false move death from a gesture

Cash in the safe nigga I don’t feel no pressure

I’m dope

I’m dope

I’m dope

‘Cause its 187 how I’m killing these

Big boys’ neighborhood

She fuck Hermes and the hustle

Crown on the watch

8.7 on the crib so fuck it

Went gold on the music so it ain’t no budget

New chains Rolex links

New chick just to drag my mink

New car just to ride around here

Aviator crew we flies around here

Hating on hood that ain’t round here

Bounce our balls got insurance on the beard

Cars, rock stars dope boys at odds

I done seen it all but we back to these broads

Hands clap like in the stadium

Million dollar chain but I’m rocking 8 of ‘em

I see you slipping boy don’t make me pick your label up

Scottie Pipen on the dribble I just laid’ em up

Nottin’ trouble got me tripping like its angel dust

We just winning all the women at my table huh

Say my name, say my name, say my name

100 million dollar name say my name

I’m dope

I’m dope

‘Cause its 187 how I’m killing these

Big boys’ neighborhood

Rocker, pill popper

Tell them pull them things out ‘cause my car topless

Off topic get on top it

Wish us some absence

So sincere in her belly

King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbing

We taking your dollars craft load no white collar

I pop pop wish would I promise

I’m the bomb call me the Unabomber

Money in my game I’m driving you niggas insane

You niggas stay in your lane no playing nothing changed

Pardon this good regime I make your girl

David Blane murder was the case

All the kids say that nigga T-Raw dope

I’m dope

I’m dope

‘Cause its 187 how I’m killing these

Big boys’ neighborhood