Timmy Chan - Lyrical 187 Lyrics

I'ma give you some reasons why niggas want to be me
I transform shattered glass to masterpieces
One hand over my heart the other grabbing my balls
Tenderly squeezing her cheeks so as I pledge allegiance
To the flag of fucc everybody
More clips than titanic sink everybody
And if a nigga think or blink too loud
I'll turn his floor to a beach so many shells dropping
Lyrical 187 lyrical 187 get sent to heaven at a 7-eleven for steppin'
Up to the wrong nigga
I'm the rap game reverend lyrical 187
I hope all dogs go to heaven I'm killin' bitches too
Tongue taste the top of the weapon it taste like rain drops in heaven
Hip hop watered my seeds now watch a nigga bloom
Pray for the best prepare for the worst
This is southern hospitality in reverse
You wanna see my whole dreams splatter
4.5s make your team scatter 45 plus a tip
Make your bitch eat shrimp platters in prada
Lyrical 187 they'll be in hell or in heaven til' then provide them with extra
Soft pillows and mattresses for caskets rapper assassin
Kill off rappers but instead of leaving OJ's glove
I left Michael Jaccson's kill in fashion
And when your bitch disappears you think that's magic
When I'm doing big things I see y'all bragging
Bout' y'all still on the ave well y'all average
Who the fucc gets money and stays in those cabins
Og's in my hood ain't teach us that shit
I'm too pretty for the hood I need my mansion
Fucc niggas
I should get your whole face wrapped in plastic
How them country boys do it in Louisiana
But I'd rather focus on living lavish
When the paper geaux long
You can fucc bitches so bad it's okay to eat their asses
Brief intermission for these niggas in my generation
I'm doing me the best I can so quit with all the hatin'
I'm really sensitive grew up a pretty boy
So when they tested me you know I had to make some noise
I got my head in the sheets but know rap comes first
Don't bring an issue to me my nigga bring it to her
And she gone' lie to you y'all gone' work it out
But when she sleeps she dreams about my thing in her skirt
Bacc to the regular scheduled programming
I'ma fucc around and get four Grammys
Rap machine nigga Tupac programmed me
Fold a nigga with the iron no laundry
I'm on top of these niggas they still don't understand me
Fucc niggas
Don't everybody wanna be well the main attraction
Til' the nigga in the spotlight seeing flashes not from cameras
Your career's a sandwich
We buss shots and keep it moving it's panoramic
I ain't really been uh' type to be outcha' flashin
But it come in differen't colors like koolaid jammers
When I get rich I'ma stash mad cash in my pantry
I hope you niggas try to get it but after that you won't be living
Do you really think that that's the best decision
Do you really think you'll do this shit like Timmy is you trippin'
What the bitches say it takes a lot to get your bitch away
So I just focus on my grind and let her drift away
Timmy Chan TG cool grove
Bounce bounce bounce
Lyrical 187 lyrical 187 yeah
Lyrical 187 and that's murder
21 Years old doing this thing on my own ya' heard me?
So don't hate, appreciate and maybe me and you can get a date
I don't know what the fucc I'm tryna say, yeah
And if a nigga hate bounce bacc bounce bacc bounce bacc
Bounce bacc bounce bacc bounce bacc
Bounce bacc bounce bacc bounce bacc
Bounce bacc uh' bounce bacc and if a nigga say
Bounce bacc bounce bacc bounce bacc bounce bacc
Bounce bacc bounce bacc bounce bacc bounce bacc bounce bacc
And if ya' funds down low grind hard nigga bounce bacc
Bounce bacc bounce bacc bounce bacc bounce back bounce bacc
Yeah and if a bitch talk shit homegirl grind hard grind hard grind hard
Grind hard grind hard grind hard cus' you a star you a star
You a star and fucc dem brauds fucc dem brauds fucc dem brauds