Ranked ft. 7errified Lyrics

You're ass

You're dead meat

I'm gonna crush your fucking eyeballs

You're ass

Aye mike, pass me the burner, I'm finna let this bitch off

You know what happen every single time we fucking slide

Unc' just caught him a body he ranked, he can't sleep no more

They tried locking me up in a cage, but I had beat the court

Hit his car with that C4

My gun its gon' beat yours

Pierce him with that 34

Got a mop, it don't clean floors

Boy you don't get no racks, you better go do ya chores

When I pull up on yo block, you best believe it's in that Porsche

Yeah I hit yo bitch, best believe I did not kiss that whore

Catch em', hop out, blitz his ass, pussy boy better check the score

I just go thumb through them racks, every time I get bored

Mikey, pass the strap, we boutta kick his front door

Smoking so much Bumfeet pack, I think my lungs sore

I fuck up on yo bitch, go take her back, cause I don't want yours

Walk up in the trap, we got more straps than the gun store

He had all the cash, we robbed his ass, made him become poor

Ya mans ain't have his blick, when we slide, that's a sad case

If I ain't make 10 or over 5, then that's a bad day

Me and 7errified finna slide, with them big K's

Hop up out the whip, with them 9s and them big Drac's

Stay yo ass inside, go and hide, fo' you get faced

You be telling lies, 'bout them pints, you don't sip drank

I buy so much Tide, bitch I'm tired of the blood stains

Yo bitch is a genius, way she got so much brain

Yeah that Drac' gon' hit em' from some range

Chop shoot through his frames

Hit the mall with Curry, left with Dame, bitch I go insane

Yeah I heard yo song, but it's lame, I don't feel yo pain

He was talking shit, he get blitzed

Yeah this Glock gon' lift his dumbass up, like a fucking crane

Walking in the room, pockets filled up, I'm a walking bank

Real dog shit, my pockets big now

You tryna talk shit, I pull the blick out

Empty the clip out

Right in yo bitch house

I take the guns and the funds then I dip out