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#Range (feat. tyler!)
by calsocold
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He wanna go to the range but that nigga got no range
Shawty wan fuck 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
He wanna go to the range but that nigga got no range
Shawty wan fuck 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
