Range Rovers

They already know I been like that off the rip
That's just off the strength man you niggas can't tell me shit
I got hella bands on me like it's nothing
When I try to catch a body man you niggas always running

I'm coming out the cut stunting why these niggas always front they move
Doing all that dissing on the gram like you ain't got nothing to lose
I'm on a mission to chase these racks lil nigga yeah I got something to do
And all these switches on the back of Glocks lil nigga yeah I got something to shoot

Yeah they tryna find me
4 car garage but I got 5 keys
Roll me up a blunt so I can find ease
These the fastest cars you can't find these

Dropped a bitch name Porcha
My mind on other hoes
Did I fuck her yes of course

He understood his source now that nigga feel extorted
Renting out Porsches really pushing horses
Buckle up I'm about to floor it

Niggas wanna talk shit jump out Range Rovers
Niggas wanna talk shit imma bring closure
Diamonds all on my wrist man I got em brain frozen
Diamonds all on my bitch let em know that you snowing

They don't like me now cuz I'm touching M's
Does it even feel like I really give a fuck
If I pop a bean I'll feel right
Just took out the lean so I'll be alright

This is a McLaren, do you want a Benz?
Maybach, F10?
Do you want a G, G-Wagon?
I wanna see, him lacking



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Writer(s): Markell Mcfadden
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