Range

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