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laneswitch - 187 collective lyrics

[intro: 99zed]
pew, pew
aye, aye
pew
99zed he just f*cked up the beat

[verse 1: 99zed]
i bought the perc, b*tch now i feel painless
hop in the ’86, watch how i lane switch
talkin’ my sh*t, ’cause f*ck who you came with
ain’t no fugazi ’cause i’m with the same clique
i’m a dime of dozen, ain’t no f*ckin’ with me
no time for discussion b*tch, i’m grabbin’ the keys
if we ridin’ then we bustin’
go ahead and grab yo piece
and i’m airin’ out ya block, no russian, you deceased, uh
vrrrrraaaa!
does the gun talk?!
keep talkin’ all that sh*t, and you’ll be lined up in the chalk!
vrrrrraaaa!
does the gun walk?!
two step in the function, and i let the rounds off!
b*tch i’m 5’8″, my choppa 6’7″
40 ounce, cruisin’
zorro with the golden smith & wesson
had to teach his ass a lesson
not to f*ck with 187
mane it’s kind of depressin’
way they flexin’ and finessin’
[chorus: 99zed]
i bought the perc, b*tch now i feel painless
hop in the ’86, watch how i lane switch
talkin’ my sh*t, ’cause f*ck who you came with
ain’t no fugazi ’cause i’m with the same clique
i’m a dime of dozen, ain’t no f*ckin’ with me
no time for discussion b*tch, i’m grabbin’ the keys
if we ridin’ then we bustin’
go ahead and grab yo piece
and i’m airin’ out ya block, no russian, you deceased, uh

[verse 2: odiato]
grab my firearm ’cause i be blazin’
bad b*tch, eyes low, she turn to blasian
covid, hospital, i’m losin’ patience
eatin’ the cl*t, she runnin’ and shakin’
fazo, customize, yeah i be with the guys
they all vince carter how they just be switching sides
ar with a drum, i might just flip a rock
him in the booth, both pass me the cyanide
trap house, lighthouse, bringin’ the sh*ts in
her name london, but i ain’t tipped in
tie up yo shoes, ’cause you steady trippin’
33 shots to his back, scottie pippen
feelin’ like mike jack, zippers on backpack
hit me on snapchat
maybe we can match that?
hatchback, all wearin’ hoodies with a black bag
ready hit a l!ck like, we don’t even want cash
zeddy be bustin’ like he david ruffin
she eat all my stuff and want d*ck in her stomach
we line back rushin’ with ak’s from russia
i’m close to yo family, i’m that motherf*cker
oh, and my name representin’ the mouth
kick sh*t, kangaroo, glock in the pouch
rick james type beat, f*ck on yo couch
glass kin, midrange, shoot through yo house
[chorus: 99zed]
i bought the perc, b*tch now i feel painless
hop in the ’86, watch how i lane switch
talkin’ my sh*t, ’cause f*ck who you came with
ain’t no fugazi ’cause i’m with the same clique
i’m a dime of dozen, ain’t no f*ckin’ with me
no time for discussion b*tch, i’m grabbin’ the keys
if we ridin’ then we bustin’
go ahead and grab yo piece
and i’m airin’ out ya block, no russian, you deceased, uh
(pew)

- 187 collective lyrics

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