Range Brothers
Bad bitch pardon me i say “what’s up?”Educated so i put her in the cutI need a girlfriend i need a girlfriendTwo hoes and i think i did too muchI got two phones and i don’t know who to trustI need a girlfriend i need a girlfriendBet that girlfriend lonely introduce her to my humorIt’s a lot of bitches that they sent home in their uberUh high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin’ rumorsI been tucked away dodgin’ bless duckin’ maneuvers
Huh? okay you say you not readyOkay okay comin’ in heavyOkay they ain’t in shape i’m petty okay okayOkay y’all be on e un-leadyOkay okay hold the confettiOkay okay you say you not ready
They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them prudesYou cannot hidе behind the shades i see right through itYou ain’t stand up on your word thеn you’s a foolThey’re not chea they’re not chea they’re not bool
I be wanna see me whole gang on tv pg my rollieTurnin’ out tops and the tall bitches that remind me of the old daysSneakin’ in hoes with the backstage passWhat they all in huh for the poet? huh?I’m a young poetin’ nigga i just go at it niggaI’m a whore at it nigga
You could ask my mama we poetic niggaI was raised in the projects we could go at it niggaI can’t waste no time on a co-edded niggaBro-Code me an’ dad count through seven figuresRaised around bottles and dope fiendsOn a high since the day i turned sixteen747 i’m starin’ at plane wingsPrayin’ the lord’s seen grandma prayin’ for me (ayy)
Huh? okay you say you not readyOkay okay comin’ in heavyOkay they ain’t in shape i’m petty okay okayOkay y’all be on e un-leadyOkay okay hold the confettiOkay okay just say you not ready
They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them prudesYou cannot hide behind the shades i see right through itYou ain’t stand up on your word then you’s a foolThey’re not chea they’re not chea they’re not bool
Everybody wanna be great butThe work don’t relate him to lifeBe mistakin’ the truth niggaI remember bankin’ with chase like four-hundred kStarin’ at it i don’t know what to do niggaNow i look at money like a resourceEvery contract gotta put my kid’s family in schoolHealth and wealth goin’ deep forIt do right for my next lifeAnd he get some too
I remember roaches momma lost focusI was at home no lights no foodHeard that the joke is “hykeem broken”Head to the ground when i walk in schoolGoin’ through the motions mad impulsiveGranny i won’t abide by the rulesI shall reside with advisers to boomFuck that booman let me get some too
Life ain’t always about your name in they mouthAnd the cars and the clothes and the jewels (jewels oh)Every lil’ bitch that’s born looking like soft pornOnly meant for your ego to bruise (bruise oh)Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain’t scoreYou gone live in this world confused (‘fused woo)Every day the hate restored and the faith get shortFuck that let me get some too
Nigga my livelihood was understoodThat the roof i’m in not boolNigga the shoes i fill are hugeKeem wanna share that ho? bro moveNigga wanna fake sneak diss‘Cause i fucked his bitch in a black hatchbackI front in the pics when the heart don’t matchTake care of the kids gotta go where they at ayy
Hold on let’s get this shit let’s get this shitLet’s get this shit let’s hmmTop of the mornin’ top of the mornin’ top of the mornin’Top of the mornin’ top of the mornin’Top of the mornin’ top of the mornin’Hold on let’s get this shit let’s get this shitLet’s get this shit let’s hmm (like what these niggas on like?)
Ain’t shit changed still fuckin’ and rappin’Two bad bitches here cartier glasses huhHer friend got pornography habits (give me that bitch but sir)Rollie gang rollie gang rollie gang (pglang fool)Hundred thousand on her she know she gang (she’s hot)Rover gang rover gang rover gang (rover gang)
Range brothers out the roof we’re not the wayans (we’re not the wayans)Bitch i hate to tell the truth we’re not the same (he’s baby keem)I’m with my rover brother and we’re runnin’ game (a range rover)Whippin’ rubber bands on the meatloafOverseas tidy up for me ‘fore i get homeTake one take two take three heave itStop hidin’ comments under your sleeve nigga believe itWhy your boyfriend keep on lookin’ for me is he jesus?
Let’s get this shit let’s get this shitLet’s get this shit let’s hmmTop of the mornin’ top of the mornin’ top of the mornin’Top of the mornin’ top of the mornin’Top of the mornin’ top of the mornin’Hold on let’s get this shit let’s get this shitLet’s get this shit let’s hmm
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