OUTTA RANGE Lyrics

I could feel my face melt off these drugs

She want one more minute

Give her one more second

Yeah, she been fucked up

Yeah, she been fucked-

Fall for me, fallin' deep

I'll agree, I love to disagree

I'll admit, I couldn't listen, talk is cheap

The drug is me, she fucked up off of me, yeah

I'm swerving this bitch out the lane

On private jets, can't do no plain

For you, that bitch outta range

I'm fuckin that bitch in a Range

Whole 40 and this bitch got aim

I'm grippin' this stick and this bitch look insane

I keep this shawty, my fire

Fuckin' that bitch up, fuckin' that bitch up

Shawty wanna meet up at five

I checked the score and he 0-6 (Huh, huh)

Double me up like I roll six (Huh, huh)

Can't even focus, I'm up off this drank, shit

Laughing my way to the bank, bitch

My money move in a tank, bitch

My money move in a-

(Psh, sh, breach)

Big body rollin', big body chain

Can't compare nothing 'cause I don't do same

Each one of my side hoes come with a main

I tell her push up lil bitch and give brain

I pull up with it, got real mob ties

I keep a Glock with like 9 on my side

I let rock and leave none of them live

Hop in, hop out, hop in, drive

Big body rollin', big body chain

Can't compare nothing 'cause I don't do same

Each one of my side hoes come with a main

I tell her push up lil bitch and give brain

I pull up with it, got real mob ties

I keep a Glock with like 9 on my side

I let rock and leave none of them live

Hop in, hop out, hop in, drive