Range Lyrics

Aye, pull off in a Range

Foreign baby and she like wearing my chains

You know what I got and I be packing in the veins

Pull up to the scene, and there ain't no one in my way

They know my name, they know my name they go insane

Pull off in the whip it foreign yea you know it rains

And the homie sitting to my right he got that aim

I ain't been a shooter but my shooters spill yo brains

I just tell em go 11 bullets at yo name

Aye, diamonds on my neck and on my chain

I just call up on yo ex when I need brain, yea yea

Got some shooters with the Choppa they gon spray

Talking reckless on the gang we go insane, yea yea

Double cup I'm pouring up Promethazine

All these MNC boys love that purple rain, yea yea

I'm a fuck her then I pass her through the team

I ain't got time for all a these fuckin games, yea yea

I'm a give her pipe then send her on her way

When she leave I know I'll point her to the gate, yea yea

Lil bitch wanna fuck with me she too late

I can't go out sad for hoes don't feel no pain, yea yea

Love to roll up that good kush and smoke propane

When she see me out in public know my name, yea yea

Flick that bitch off told that hoe I'm in my lane, yea, yea yea yea

Aye, pull off in a Range

Foreign baby and she like wearing my chains

You know what I got and I be packing in the veins

Pull up to the scene, and there ain't no one in my way

They know my name, they know my name they go insane

Pull off in the whip it foreign yea you know it rains

And the homie sitting to my right he got that aim

I ain't been a shooter but my shooters spill yo brains

I just tell em go 11 bullets at yo name

Pull up with a Choppa got a drum so it go bang

You can call me barber Strik3 I hit you with that fade

I got yo baby mama she leaving you today

But I'm a do to her how she do you so I don't stay

Big billies in my bank

I ain't with the goofy shit just find me at my stage

And at the show I'm blowing out a coola with my mains

I'm drunk and passing out the uber take me to my place

Tay ok did the race, ain't in last first place

Dummy slap you in the face, all in no erase

THC in the vape, turn this Chevy to a Wraith

Make a dollar out of change, don't make me holla at yo bae

Don't make me pull up with a Glock, don't make me point it at ya face

Aye, pull off in a Range

Foreign baby and she like wearing my chains

You know what I got and I be packing in the veins

Pull up to the scene, and there ain't no one in my way

They know my name, they know my name they go insane

Pull off in the whip it foreign yea you know it rains

And the homie sitting to my right he got that aim

I ain't been a shooter but my shooters spill yo brains

I just tell em go 11 bullets at yo name