Lyrics Travis Porter – 187
Text:
Eastside
Street Execs, bitch
1-8-7, that’s a murder
Two mac a long nigga will burn ya
Two corks and I’m sipping on purple
I rock a rich nigga shit she ain’t never heard of
Red scarf on my head like a turban
Country butt pulled up and we’ll serve ya
I got a thick bitch with me, she a worker
Say it’s one night summer on a bitch nigga
Pull up in the 9/11 like a rich nigga
Diamond dancing like a stripper on my rich nigga
Need a camera for that shit that I get nigga
1-8-7, that’s a murder
I got a thick bitch with me, she a worker
1-8-7, that’s a murder
Country butt, pull up and we’ll serve ya
1-8-7 that’s a murder
404, that’s my area
With a bunch of young niggas, don’t mean to scare ya
If you look ’round, nigga they gon burn ya
I with a thick bitch chilling in ashen
She working my nigga, don’t need a accent
We in Syria, but know we taxing
Hear that, «Woop Woop», nigga I’m dashing
Imma down south nigga with an accent
I’m kinda dark, girl don’t be calling my light skin
I just bought an old school with some pythons in it
With you thick bitches, looking nice in it
1-8-7, that’s a murder
I got a thick bitch with me, she a worker
1-8-7 that’s a murder
Country butt, pull up and we’ll serve ya
1-8-7 on a bitch, hoe you better work
Said she only got two friends, that’ll work
And she on the molly, said she wanna nut a perc
Then I took her home and fucked her with my brother’s squirt
1-8-7 niggas lurking
Ten niggas hopping out of that suburban
Niggas talk funny then we close the curtains
Sipping lean out the bottle got me burping
1-8-7, that’s a murder
Bro nigga, go ‘head flip a burger
I got a free bitch working in the circus
I got my click with me, nigga we ain’t nervous, nervous
1-8-7, that’s a murder
I got a thick bitch with me, she a worker
1-8-7, that’s a murder
Country butt, pull up and we’ll serve ya
