Bryson Tiller — 1.8.7.

[Intro] Yeah, B. Tiller, man Yes sir, yes sir Get the weed out [Chorus] Your love is a 187 (yeah) Taking me to heaven It's killing me, no love should be this good [Verse 1] OK, first of all, you a badass bitch Hard for me to walk past that shit Your ass, all them niggas still @ that shit I'll pass shawty, come and let me grab that shit I feel like me and you could really do some things With your eyesight, you could probably do the same Yeah, just so tired of the usual baes How 'bout later on the night? I could use some brain Did you catch that? Sending back shots all through your spine, girl, I commit the crime Sentence me the time, girl, you checking me to find I just hope you never lie about the fact like [?] Girl, I keep it a hundred percent real Put it down whenever we be fucking up in here Don't worry, shawty, I'mma have you coming in here Drive by, mama, I'mma get the bussing in here, yeah Take me up, then take me to Heaven, yep Bryson Tiller, shawty, I'mma have you yelling that Hit it from the back, that ass hella fat Got them niggas like "damn, what the hell is that?" We be having fun in this bed I might fuck around and use my tongue in this bed People crunching up, tryna run in this bed Think I might end up using my gun instead This shit is hella bomb, explosive And I better make that come with that motion Girl respect that, never got to sweat that I'm just being myself like I'm supposed to [Chorus] Your love is a 187 Taking me to heaven It's killing me, no love should be this good (Tell me what's good, girl, I get it in) Your love is a 187 Taking me to heaven It's killing me, no love should be this good (Fuck it, I'mma sing, sing this shit, yeah) [Verse 2] Yeah, you fucking with a real ass nigga I know a hundred real bitches that could vouch for me Sit back, laid up on that couch for me Cause I just bought an ounce of weed I rarely smoke but I've gotta get high for this Kissing all over your thighs and shit Roll your eyes back, unbutton your shirt Say you gon' fuck me, but it's more like the opposite Babe, twerk that, I work that You want that, girl come here, babe If I ever catch you come around my block I'mma take you to my spot, oh god, I'mma bust that Most girls ain't like you, hardcore They want it rough, and I'm sure (And my killer instinct's got her body choked out, laying on my floor) Nah, nah, she don't call it quits when I'm part of it She know I fuck her good right after the arguments And she ride slow, titties all in my face God damn, you know what I got my eyes on Dem chicks, she be pulling in the vid Just kill all them other hoes, bullet to the head Sex tape blood, mami put it in the red Don't answer the phone, girl, it could've been the feds (oh yeah) Your love is a 187 24/7, damn you fine I can't even run no clique, claim you mine Cuffing on your ass with my hands, oh god You thicker than a snicker It'll be a shame if I wanna hit-quit you I can never lose your love (Shawty, we can do it anywhere you like) [Chorus] Cause your love is a 187 Taking me to heaven It's killing me, no love should be this good Your love is a 187 Taking me to heaven It's killing me, no love should be this good [Outro] Lil mama, I'm telling you that I rarely smoke I don't get drunk, just barely though She take a hit and get loose than a motherfucker Spin on my dick like a merry-go She fucking me like I'm rich or something Tell her gon' suck a nigga dick or something She on whatever, told me she gon' let me foster the pussy That mean I could bone forever That's funny cause I had a couple things in mind I eat it right shawty, but you came this time Told me I can do whatever, I'm like hell yeah On your knees, shawty, I'mma make it rain this time We take a break and we smoke it up Grab another bottle, let's pour it up Let's pour it up Now let's roll a blunt