Range
Aw
No sniper but I got the range I'm whipping the Rover, aw
Run up get ya top popped, I ain't drinking soda
When them bullets ricochet don't say I ain't told ya
All my niggas they some goons, they just like my soldiers, aw
I really turn to a beast when it come to the bands
If you ain't lose it all then make it back won't understand
I really feel like the man, cuz I really am, aw
Baby, already hit it but you know I'll hit it again
Clique full of robbers
House full of choppers
A trunk full of dollars my niggas is Gualas
You niggas imposters
I chop up ya father shoot aunties & mommas you don't want no drama
Glock heat you up like you was in a sauna
Move hella white gotta bitch named Madonna
Throw it on the stove cook it up Benihana
Act like they popping these bitches is wack
Gave her the dick with a condom attached now it's back to the trap
All of my packs come attached with a strap
All of my clips come attached with a Mac
You won't catch me slipping foreign cars I'm whipping thirty Glocks I'm gripping
Love gymnastics all the packs I'm flipping ain't no letting up I never heard of quitting
Everything is getting crazy
If you owe that bread you better pay me
Cause these streets is so dirty its cold it's a jungle I'm running from cops while I'm ducking the opps
Tucking the strap stuffing work in my sock most these niggas is mad cause they bitch on my cock
Back to this block shit I live by the code
Moving that white like I'm shoveling snow
In-love with the coco incase you ain't know so I load up the K aim it right at your torso
Hit the connect tell em I need some more bro the first day I get it the first day it go though
Don't disrespect better not press that button don't step outta line & this shit won't be nothing
Step outta line imma hit you with something the cops come & snatch me I ain't saying nothing
No I won't say a peep
I was in the precinct sipping my tea
That bitch ain't down she just a leech
She say that she love me I'm kissing my teeth (Mcht)
Why you wilding on me?
I been playing in the crib for the past whole week
Always gotta keep a nigga with a gat by me
If the opps catch me they'll blast on me
My P.O got 5 years still with me
I got no chaser, but it get mixy
If you gonna try me, better not miss me
We take revenge in the form of a blicky
I got no main bitch, I'm way too picky
Don't let this situation get sticky
Gang at ya neck like a bitch & a hickie
My shooter gonna spin that block until he dizzy
He trynna wrestle, leg drop
Heard he benched 250 till they gave em a headshot
Beam jawn to his dreadlock, we ain't giving no headlocks
Baby do it with no hands like a Tesla
Henny, I down the fifth
Beat it up, got me going a grip
Ain't hit it right if she ain't buy you no kicks
I gotta white bitch I'm milking her
My dog gotta stick like a pilgrim
I can tell why my ex looking miserable you cross the line & this shit could get critical
I drip on the audio visual
I got the sauce in real life
I ain't been broke in a minute don't even remember what that shit feel like
No sniper but I got the range I'm whipping the Rover, aw
Run up get ya top popped, I ain't drinking soda
When them bullets ricochet don't say I ain't told ya
All my niggas they some goons, they just like my soldiers, aw
I really turn to a beast when it come to the bands
If you ain't lose it all then make it back won't understand
I really feel like the man, cuz I really am, aw
Baby, already hit it but you know I'll hit it again
(Daddy you got the range)
No sniper but I got the range I'm whipping the Rover, aw
Run up get ya top popped, I ain't drinking soda
When them bullets ricochet don't say I ain't told ya
All my niggas they some goons, they just like my soldiers, aw
I really turn to a beast when it come to the bands
If you ain't lose it all then make it back won't understand
I really feel like the man, cuz I really am, aw
Baby, already hit it but you know I'll hit it again
Clique full of robbers
House full of choppers
A trunk full of dollars my niggas is Gualas
You niggas imposters
I chop up ya father shoot aunties & mommas you don't want no drama
Glock heat you up like you was in a sauna
Move hella white gotta bitch named Madonna
Throw it on the stove cook it up Benihana
Act like they popping these bitches is wack
Gave her the dick with a condom attached now it's back to the trap
All of my packs come attached with a strap
All of my clips come attached with a Mac
You won't catch me slipping foreign cars I'm whipping thirty Glocks I'm gripping
Love gymnastics all the packs I'm flipping ain't no letting up I never heard of quitting
Everything is getting crazy
If you owe that bread you better pay me
Cause these streets is so dirty its cold it's a jungle I'm running from cops while I'm ducking the opps
Tucking the strap stuffing work in my sock most these niggas is mad cause they bitch on my cock
Back to this block shit I live by the code
Moving that white like I'm shoveling snow
In-love with the coco incase you ain't know so I load up the K aim it right at your torso
Hit the connect tell em I need some more bro the first day I get it the first day it go though
Don't disrespect better not press that button don't step outta line & this shit won't be nothing
Step outta line imma hit you with something the cops come & snatch me I ain't saying nothing
No I won't say a peep
I was in the precinct sipping my tea
That bitch ain't down she just a leech
She say that she love me I'm kissing my teeth (Mcht)
Why you wilding on me?
I been playing in the crib for the past whole week
Always gotta keep a nigga with a gat by me
If the opps catch me they'll blast on me
My P.O got 5 years still with me
I got no chaser, but it get mixy
If you gonna try me, better not miss me
We take revenge in the form of a blicky
I got no main bitch, I'm way too picky
Don't let this situation get sticky
Gang at ya neck like a bitch & a hickie
My shooter gonna spin that block until he dizzy
He trynna wrestle, leg drop
Heard he benched 250 till they gave em a headshot
Beam jawn to his dreadlock, we ain't giving no headlocks
Baby do it with no hands like a Tesla
Henny, I down the fifth
Beat it up, got me going a grip
Ain't hit it right if she ain't buy you no kicks
I gotta white bitch I'm milking her
My dog gotta stick like a pilgrim
I can tell why my ex looking miserable you cross the line & this shit could get critical
I drip on the audio visual
I got the sauce in real life
I ain't been broke in a minute don't even remember what that shit feel like
No sniper but I got the range I'm whipping the Rover, aw
Run up get ya top popped, I ain't drinking soda
When them bullets ricochet don't say I ain't told ya
All my niggas they some goons, they just like my soldiers, aw
I really turn to a beast when it come to the bands
If you ain't lose it all then make it back won't understand
I really feel like the man, cuz I really am, aw
Baby, already hit it but you know I'll hit it again
(Daddy you got the range)
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