The Range (feat. Infinite Dreamz)

Aye homie If I f*ck yo bitch I don't need you in my dm telling me how I did it Cause I already know And my homies do too I can't trust no bitch or nigga Cause they all be acting strange So I keep a loaded 40 With a never ending range It doesn't matter where you stand And it don't matter if you hide Cause I got a fucking temper And I never let shit slide I'm just a different kinda nigga Something like a different breed Yo bitch be hitting on my line I give her anything she need She don't beg me for no cash And she be rolling up my weed This bitch just like me for the D And I like her on her knees Then I send her on her way It's just another fucking day She love it when I call her bitch I don't get why you call her bae Me and you just ain't the same I make her wet just like some rain I love it when she call me Reverend She don't know my fucking name You such a muthafuckin simp I'm such a muthafuckin pimp I never f*ck her on her period Like a muthafuckin crip I just be banging on her pussy But I never kiss her lips I leave that gay shit for her man Because she ain't even my bitch (Yah) (Ay yo Reverend) (This a fuckin bop) (Ugh) Look at the range We got the gauge She went to school For minimum wage Just a part time She CNA It don't take Uzis For love to be rage I'm in the basement Don't f*ck with addicts Shop when the plane lands Paper or plastic Killin the clitoris Put in the casket Built a foundation You stuck on the brackets Called up the Reverend I asked him what's crackin' Gave me an Amen So now that I'm aimin' I feel the forgiveness We not in the same world That's just how I planet (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) FICO hit my line told me that I'm fuckin up again Lique in the stu, he told me that I don't need a pen And my girl little upset, she said I don't need my friends I don't need a Mercedes, just for me to see her Benz You not the man where you from You gotta ask if you come Probably bring napkins to potlucks And leave with a plate without asking for some Tell me is that how you run? Type of shit getting you shunned If that's the case then I'm feelin catholic Wine for the bread ain't getting you nun (Bitch) (Gold) (That's good volume) (Uuuuhhhh) Goldie smokin low key while I'm ridin' with that chrome piece Gotta buy the whole P Boy quit acting like you know me Boy quit acting like you snow me Boy quit acting like you snow g I'm either servin' with the homie or I'm servin' by my lonelies Or I got a bad bitch, she got a bitch they down to blow me On the block with money team, we making dough shoutout to sotie Said that bitch is loyal, tell me why my Brodie got your wodie? Tell me why I kicked her to an Uber with her face all snowy On the block with Yng P, move LSD by the sheet Ain't nobody rob me I'll put some shells on the street Looking like a walking lick with designer on my feet Stomped a nigga, Drugmane pulled up with some Oxiclean AU$ make competition RIP Fist in the air, so in two ways I keep the peace West side drill shit Crazy with no pill shit If the glass is half empty imma fucking spill it Always cooking dope shit, call me Yung Skillet Sick of your main bitch, so I hit your mistress Trap Church is too raw, bitch you can't diss this AU$ press X, I'm a fucking hit stick