100RacksRange Lyrics

Oh my days Vert goes so hard

Hit a nigga with some range I swear

I swear I was raised different, all my swag nigga came from pain

Yeah, my mama ain't no regular, got em hundred racks in the range

Hundred racks in the range, hundred racks in the range, hundred racks in the range

EU swag what , I came from and I swear shit from Germain

All my shooters from the west side and I swear shit let it rain

She hurt all my feelings and I swear I haven't been the same

It's just life nigga, it's okay

It get tragic nigga, count your days

And these hoes play it like a playstation, got a count on different games

And I-

All these hater talking on me, I swear I don't even know your name

And my grandma told me, "you getting older son, gotta stay blessed with your age"

It's some hundred racks in the cane,

It's a hundred racks in the duffle bag

And I'm grateful, all the times we had hasn't still changed to this day

And I- tryna keep it 100 with you, but I'm always the one to blame

And I,try loving on you, but you took my love like it's some lose change

I swear this ho acting strange

I slay all of my demons with a chain

I fell in love with a Cutta, huh,

I fell in love with a YSL

She wanna fuck with my brothers huh,

I got some thuggas in YVL

All of my shooter is inside a cartel,

I gotta hundreds on hundreds of racks

I got Asian shooters inside of my slats, inside of my slats

Hit a nigga with some range I swear

I was raised different, all my swag nigga came from pain

Yeah, my mama ain't no regular, got em hundred racks in the range

Hundred racks in the range, hundred racks in the range, hundred racks in the range

EU swag what , I came from and I swear shit from Germain

All my shooters from the west side and I swear shit let it rain

She hurt all my feelings and I swear I haven't been the same

It's just life nigga, it's okay

It get tragic nigga, count your days

And these hoes play it like a playstation, got a count on different games

And I-

All these hater talking on me, I swear I don't even know your name

And my grandma told me," you getting older son, gotta stay blessed with your age."

It's some hundred racks in the cane,

It's a hundred racks in the range