#Range (feat. tyler!)
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He wanna go to the range but that nigga got no range Shawty wan f*ck on me but I might forget her name These niggas be corny they never could get to my rank Hop in that vet I skirt off I'm sipping on drank That nigga he tripping he must've forgot my name Ion do no talking I'll really pull up with my gang Shawty addicted she cant stop sipping that drank My money different that way its growing insane He talking down let it shoot back Got a white plug with a strap in his backpack SRT red lights they like who that Aim at his top and that bitch go bleh bleh He thinking he getting away he go me bad I took his bitch and I fucked her now he mad Why you try play on a nigga you down bad That nigga stupid he broke and got no bag Woah Yeah Why they try play on the kid These niggas mad they mid These niggas they full of some shit These niggas mad that they cant get a bitch I get a brick then I flipped it again Hop in the stu and go crazy again That nigga a lame stop calling me twin I got a chop and it came wit a beam Taken my blick while I aim for the scene Makin these beats I be feelin like scheme If you pull my blick then I aim for your knee Shawty so bad but she be on her knee Choppa gon make me go blah blah blah Feelin like wick counting stack stack stacks Makin the green counted bag bag bag Ay pull da chop kill a nigga on da scene Makin cash ima run it up on me Me and the gang sitting down and we eating 762 made that nigga so weak Shining so bright man I feel like a beacon Me and cold we jus been all on our grind Working so hard and I think its bout time Got no quarters throwin this nigga dimes Rollin on high 95 wit the gang Sipping the wocky I'm sipping the tris Shawty so bad and she suckin my d Pass it to bro and I'm boutta go flow Me and gang on the gang gang go Oh oh ohhhuha He talking down let it shoot back Got a white plug with a strap in his backpack SRT red lights they like who that Aim at his top and that bitch go bleh bleh He thinking he getting away he go me bad I took his bitch and I fucked her now he mad Why you try play on a nigga you down bad That nigga stupid he broke and got no bag Woah Yeah Why they try play on the kid These niggas mad they mid These niggas they full of some shit These niggas mad that they cant get a bitch I get a brick then I flipped it again Hop in the stu and go crazy again That nigga a lame stop calling me twin That nigga a lame stop calling me twin That nigga a lame stop calling me twin That nigga a lame stop calling me twin
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Written by: Tyler Campbell, Willie Hollins
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