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187 collective - where tha pack at? lyrics

[verse 1: 99zed]
i break a b+tch back, in a stolen cadillac
with blood money on my lap from runnin up in yo trap
sippin on a 40, shawty tryna get to know me
and we goin toe to toe, i snort a line, i got a nosebleed uh
put up by the ocean, i’m sippin on purple potion
[?] all the commotion and get this l!ck in motion uh
all black fit, b+tches tryna get my d+ck
while they bumpin my newest sh+t
triple x out, that’s the drip uh

[verse 2: badkidmizu]
i was down bad, b+tch i had to bounce back
now i flip pack, b+tch where are the pounds at
i got the drum, n+gga where are the rounds at
drippiest man on the block, imma crown that
all of you n+ggas so p+ssy, still broke in the back
why the f+ck won’t you get up and run up a bag?
imma up that sh+t, shoot that sh+t, unload that mag
and i don’t f+ck wit you n+ggas, it’s really sad
glock, one at a top, [?]
unplug the plug by takin thе drop
look out yo window, you hearin that pop
pop, pop, pop, pop, empty the drum on a godd+mn opp
rеd line on the glock but these bullets don’t stop
(oh sh+t, i need one more bar)
[verse 3: odiato]
[?]
flex on the gram, it’s all a facade
[?]
these crackas they jump me they finna get sparked
[?]
the diamonds is bitin i look like a shark
skate on the block, i feel like i’m bart
[?]
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she like me better cuz her man can’t get it up

[verse 4: dubich]
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anxiety and self hate
that’s the sh+t that i can’t
f+ck with, [?]
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sheeple sayin everything with crossed fingers, f+ck the nation
187 limitless, [?] no witnesses
[?] in the ditch, i got blood all up on my vision, b+tch
[verse 5: saliva grey]
ride solo [?]
grey straight from the sticks uh
hoes know they gon eat chrome
my [?] will be laughin at em
[?]
put a 44 in his frontal lobe
and i chop it up and i marinade em
do a prayer wit em, then lay wit em
i wear this f+cking noose like a godd+mn necklace
and i’m the only dude on my godd+mn hit list
and i ain’t in the mood for yo godd+mn questions
so f+ck up out my room, you a godd+mn b+tch

- 187 collective lyrics

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