Lyrics:
and she said that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'mma make a nigga feel it boy
My flow on range, my swag's insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the bitch
[M-1]
You either pimpin' the system, or gettin' pimped by the sytem
Don't want no slice of the pie, we want control of the kitchen
Gotta get this bread
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
And I'm calling Buddy on the Ouija board
I've been thinking 'bout catching a train
Leave my phone machine by
good
(A change would do you good)
Chasing dragons with plastic swords
Jack off Jimmy everybody wants more
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
And I'm
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
And I'm calling Buddy on the Ouija board
I've been thinking 'bout catching a train
Leave my phone machine by
says
Neighbors seen this shit for years
Hopped out, out of range
Close up not a stain
Gut shot got him maimed
Shit bag potty trained
No time for a nigga
color as PJ
(yeah) I got a champagne range
Pick niggas off, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya ass
Searchin' for the niggas on a hunt
Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump
It's not a game dude my killaz will mangle
Anything in my range fool
When hatin' get
feenin' (I can see it)
She feenin' (I can feel it)
She feenin' (I can see it)
She feenin' (I can feel it)
I got Longway in my kitchen 'cause I know
fuck all of my bitches the same
Turned in the Jag' for a Range
I did the dash like Dame
She see my wrist and said, "Dang"
Audemars fresh out the pan
bitch, then leave her how I found her
I'm Mr. Give-him-the-load 'cause they know how I'll down it (down it)
Skyscraper office, I should put a kitchen in
on the paper when we be up in the kitchen
When we thinkin' about the money on the steady come up and I got the niggas
That be ready for whatever with a whole
let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I'm
That goes down in every kitchen
To determine who will serve and who will eat
From the wells of disappointment
Where the women kneel to pray
For
Bing bang
Shooting up range
She see all my change
So she don't know my name
She's a lame
I'ma do my thang
I don't care if we gotta ring
Moving in
and I got range like it's rover
Aye, aye
Fuck on my bitch and she slide, none of my bitches get tired
Aye, aye
Know that my clique on rise, we stars, we
gun him down
Pull up on you close range boy
Big poles fuck you think boy?
Hit yo ass wit a tank boy (Tank!)
Blowing on a lotta dank boy (That's Dank!)
switch lanes
Cash and boxes don't ease that pain
Got that range in my sight no rover
Yeah my age is going up and my heart is getting colder
Wrist Game
Jump on the range imma empty my shells
Jump in the range imma go fast as hell
I'm tired of cooking, chef fuck up a kitchen
You acting so soft like
Idol... yea...
Who you think fucking with me?
I stepped out the range like a G
Pull up two deep it’s just me and a eat
She might fall in love with
rakkaids is my motive
What's ur motive got that money play
Mix it wit the potion
Got da baking with the soda
Think the kitchen getting colada
I just wanna
Yeah, yeah
I am not to be messed with
This is not even my best s**t
I'm writing but lowkey I'm messin'
In the kitchen wit my Bisquick
Gettin' tired
Twisted mind with a twist of lime
Twist the kind, no flavors when I'm twisting mine
Over here in the kitchen just washing dishes
Plenty niggas out
and forth just like a chainsaw
Going back and forth just like a chainsaw
Going coast to coast I got the range y'all (Oh my God)
Only going up I never changed
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