Lyrics:
bite too hard, I'ma say that shit
But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit
Marques Houston, I don't play that shit
By the time we got halfway
(Yeah. Have some fun with this shit. You know I got that range, ask ya bitch nigga)
Aw
No sniper but I got the range I'm whipping the Rover, aw
Run
a stalker less than a dollar inside of
My wallet still awkward by all causes still reveal King Chess on a wall as big as a
Obelisk dick of a statue outside
Cause girl I ain't got nothin but time
Let a nigga get a little cut up girl
Cut up, gettin' brains, in the Range
We love to cut up cause we like them
bringin it home, time for transition
Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
by any means,
Ok, uh
Ok, uh
Yeah
She send naked pics in the 'yo
I drop a bag on my least favorite hoe
Said, "Mama, just give me some time, it's a go"
Ain't want let
(Knock on the wood so I knock on my dick)
(4, 5, 6 Stacks in my face)
(When I come to the hold up place)
(Run so fast like an 808)
Knock on the wood
my dick
Burn down the hotel like a wick
Wick wick flick bic
Like I said one million times
I feel lightning fill my spine
Sucking biting when they
Turn on the lights, not my friend, don't waste my time
Never go broke, got that flex, all that money on my mind
Bullets up, out of range, copped
What?
(cough cough cough)
I was- (clears throat) I was hoping to be mildly healthier by last week
But that did not happen
Oh well
(Lilak)
Yeah you
then I snatch they chain
On the gang
Judged by 12 then be put in the grave
With my gang
Gang Gang Gang Gang
Drive bys in a range
Gang Gang Gang Gang
change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause
You ain't got the range (Nah)
Times is hard
Now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never)
Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed
to give yo' little thick ass what you need
gangsta gangsta
to you, back-back
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive-by, I'm real, these niggas sci-fi
But that's neither
repeat repeat
Bro told me go get this money by putting your life on these beats capiche
I told him consider it done being broke all my life that just isn't
Catch me ridin with Lil mula
Maybe ridin with Lil T
You know we sippin on that drank
You know we call it Texas Tea
You know we ridin with them sticks
Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
to you
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi
But that's neither here nor there
Educates people at the same time pays my rent
You've been hearin' me now for the past twelve semesters
When the suckers stepped up I had to use
I'm gon do by myself
Me and yung kir don't need nobody else
Shoot from long range but don't call me no steph
He bleeding out better check on his health
intact
No cap I'm just here for the cash
Tea time for them niggas that chat
Nowadays I just give em a laugh
Head down I just get to the bag
Downgrade I
put the door when they give peace to me
When you see me in the street
Ready to shine by the time put them in risky
Better but nigga Bone when they
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Holding my wrist up (Let's go)
Working my way to the top
Sending that drop
Little nigga get up (Bitch)
Hoes up all on my dick
Watching
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