
Range Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Problematic got the beat right
Yeah
Pull up in a range from a range
Got some bands make it rain
I ain't talkin bout no water only water on my chain
Iced out cold breeze I'm a stunna
Rockin my new J's now I'm ballin I'm a runner
Found another stage ima slide thru like I'm gunna
No you ain't my brudda
Carrying a pipe like I'm fixed to be a plumber
Man these 808's are hittin hard like a drummer
Bitch my heart cold winter everyday not summer
Talk about these wins had to go face to face with these losses
Yeah you see this line bitch
Please do not cross it
Ain't talking bout cocaine bitch my bars are exotic
Trippin
Why you always trippin
Type of shit like tryna be my friend I don't know you take a hint shit
Tryna know my business
Go explore the sea bitch go explore the fishes
I'm on my shit boutta ice out my wrist
New world new rift
Bitch time is money
I'm boutta go dummy
Got a triple double now I feel like stephen curry
Grubbin
Cheffin me it up to some curry
Pause
Don't forget the sauce
Why these broke boys talkin you go shop at ross
Talkin all that shit but yo ass forgot to floss
I'm the type to beat yo ass wearin my crocs yeah with no socks
Pull up in a range from a range
Got some bands make it rain
I ain't talkin bout no water only water on my chain
Iced out cold breeze I'm a stunna
Rockin my new J's now I'm ballin I'm a runner
Found another stage ima slide thru like I'm gunna
No you ain't my brudda
Carrying a pipe like I'm fixed to be a plumber
Man these 808's are hittin hard like a drummer
Bitch my heart cold winter everyday not summer
Talk talk about these wins had to go face to face with these losses
Yeah you see this line bitch
Please do not cross it
Ain't talking bout cocaine bitch my bars are exotic
Trippin
Why you always trippin
Type of shit like tryna be my friend I don't know you take a hint shit
Tryna know my business
Go explore the sea bitch go explore the fishes
I'm on my shit boutta ice out my wrist
New world new rift
Bitch time is money
I'm boutta go dummy
Got a triple double now I feel like stephen curry
Grubbin
Cheffin me it up to some curry
Pause
Don't forget the sauce
Why these broke boys talkin you go shop at ross
Talkin all that shit but yo ass forgot to floss
I'm the type to beat yo ass wearin my crocs yeah with no socks