Malik Q - 187

(Aye)
Aye
I just gotta learn to keep my head low
When I'm breaking in ya house
I ain't gone make a sound when I creep
Through the mothafuckin' window
Drag ya body out ya bed
By the morning you'll be dead
Chopped up, never said
Drinking hella gin to forget the pain
Never pray cause I won't get the better days
Feel the pain in several ways
I don't be around so get away
Murderous thoughts all in my head, yea it's time to play
It's Jack the Ripper, back to get ya
We gone slash your figure
Aim for your liver
My kay stay attached its like a sticker
The codiene sipping, 40 gripping maniac
With no brain attached, I'm quick to lose it, hope you staying back (Aye)
This a 187
Bitch don't blow my cover (Aye, aye)
Fuck a quick death
Ima make you sit and suffer (Aye, aye)
In ya dreams like Freddy
You better stay ready (Aye, aye)
Keep the machete
Swinging at you, coming steady (Aye, aye)
See me coming through the forest
Bitch you stay running
I'll bite the head off of a bat
And kill my prey hunting
Bodies in the trunk
We zooming if the jakes coming
Ready to chop you up
I'm out in night and day hunting
(See me coming through the forest
Bitch you stay running
I'll bite the head off of a bat
And kill my prey hunting
Bodies in the trunk
We zooming if the jakes coming
Ready to chop you up
I'm out in night and day hunting)
Yeah
This a 187
Bitch don't blow my cover (Aye, aye)
Fuck a quick death
Ima make you sit and suffer (Aye, aye)
In ya dreams like Freddy
You better stay ready (Aye, aye)
Keep the machete
Swinging at you, coming steady (Aye, aye)

Written by:
Malik Qaimari

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