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187 collective – snatched up lyrics

[verse 1: saliva grey]
grey can’t find day
where he don’t wanna f+cking die
i been searching
i been hurting
cut up all my f+cking ties
see the opposition
i ain’t flinching
i ain’t gon advise
that you f+ck
with grey or odi
yeah the .44 got
a motherf+ckin’ bite
gon gun em down
that’s a throwback
on you f+ck boys
yeah we been f+cking
’bout it steady doubted
had enough, boy
gon gut em like
they fish and ditch
’em in a f+ckin’ rut, boy
unless you wit the gang
b+tch you’ll never hit this blunt, boy
we running the game
like a f+ckin arcade
and we jug all
the coins out that hoe, ayy
f+ck a narcotic
gon play with that dog
and i never gon
have no withdrawals
we f+cking insane
never f+cking with fake
i just rather be
stuck in my home
f+ck a deposit
i spend and i count it
gon burn a band
i don’t need more b+tch

[verse 2: odiato]
gang up in this party
pop a molly
i’m finna get crunk
with saliva
and we ridin
couple ounces in that trunk
heard dem opps
been wanting peace
let ’em know
i ain’t no monk
had dat b+tch all on her knees
i don’t know about no son
like my b+tch up in some leggings
you can get sn+tched up
wide body in da lot
make it hard to back up
like a pitcher i’ma throw that heat
when he walk up (zoom)
throw dat head up in that whip
and i give her a heads up
when they coming
whooh, whooh
then we running
whooh, whooh
they be gunnin
i’m duckin my head in that function
pockets lumpin s
o i ain’t slumpin (nah)
get to dumpin
keep it no russian (fah)

- 187 collective lyrics

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