Range On Lyrics

What the fuck, Cee I think I got 2 many chains on

I only brought this AK to get my Range On, Try to Fight me, I'ma Shoot you, I don't fade

Long Last year I lost my barber, Now My fade gone

Woke up trippin', I just caught My past Off the trap Phone

Cee, I heard they sleepin' on us, Aint Gon' nap long

50k on this one Tecc, this a fat Chrome Then the Bullets big as Fuck to shoot at Domes

Nigga, I've been grindin' up, I'm Just true to that

Broke niggas drinkin' red, askin' For a Two exact

Been knew I had haters, I ain't New to that Bitch ass Fat, but it's Hard, what she do to that?

Like, what the fuck, you got ass Shots? Bro, scared I Got big Hands, you wanna scrap

Or not? Bitch, when it tricked Of, I'm about to

Scrap this thot So much dog shit In my Pants, I don't Have to fart

Unc told me some real shit, I Ain't Sleep that

Day Guaranteed, if you drink This red, you'll be

Sleep by eight A nigga tried to Cut my lean, I ain't Drink

That day If Gee hit you with this Tech, you'll die Today

I ain't used to have nothin', I had To find a way

Didn't never had a handout, I Had to find a play

EBOT, stupid ass bitch, you gotta Find a K

Glock 10 like your bitch, nigga, It'll ride your face

Hall of Fame, you gotta grind Before you earn your spot

You can't even pull an easy hoes, You gotta earn your thot

Real classic bitch, ten weeks, I Had to earn the twat

I think lil' bro scared of work, You wanna serve or not

What you doin', you gonna sell Or nothing? Told bitch she gotta Sleep outside, I gotta

Bitch, I'm fuckin' Bullets chasin' Niggahs all the time, they

Don't mind you duckin' Young Bull earned all his paper, I don't

Mind him stuntin' Even if we Dont talk no more, I don't mind

You callin' Take a sip of lean, fuck

Take a sip of lean and doze off, Yeah, my mind be foggin

A nigga cut my lean, I couldn't Walk, you'll find me crawlin

Nevermind, I think I drunk and Straight, you gon' find me fallin

I'm in the right state of mind, but My mind be joggin

Take a sip of this, guaranteed That your head be noddin

Pull this dog shit out my pants, My bread be fartin

ITS KEB ,

But y'all probably know me as That one dude I'm like red with The hoes, I'm just really rude

Appreciate Unc, he taught me How to turn ones to twos

Some days I ain't eatin' nothing, I Ain't have no food

Yeah, they hate keb, yeah