letra de wya - gunrange
[chorus: kuriosity]
and they like k where is you at
i tell that b-tch i’m in my bag
hop in the two-seater finna crash
with your b-tch in my crib hit that sh-t from the back
take a look at my stats lil’ b-tch i’m getting bigger
take a look at my bank account i’m gettin’ richer
if a b-tch n-gga talk then we pullin’ the trigger
get the beam on the glock that sh-t flash like a picture
and they like k where is you at
i tell that b-tch i’m in my bag
hop in the two-seater finna crash
with your b-tch in my crib hit that sh-t from the back
when i drop a new song they gon’ run it up
swear to god you the gang n-gga throw it up
i got me a blunt and some codeine we pour it up
that sh-t go too crazy on god we throwin’ up (ugh)
[verse 1: swazy]
push it up
never fall back on gang
we sippin’ on dirty cups
pistol tucked i ain’t ever tucking my chain ‘less i’m too off the drugs
oh my god what the f-ck
that [?] slugs
don’t ever understand why you on my nuts
[?] for fun
[verse 2: rans0m]
yeah red dead redemption i pull out the 30 and aim for the brain
try to run but he cannot be saved
yeah we some beasts and we cannot be tamed
gunrange i’m tapped in i f-ck with the gang
making way too much money don’t fit in the bank
and i keep me a burner so please watch your mouth when you sayin’ my name
[verse 3: aftrr]
we gon’ hit a juug on that boy then put him up for ransom we leaving this town (mm)
i got a glock on my hip with suppressors you know we not making a sound (mm)
no i cannot fold under pressure i’m stuck on my money not playing around (mm)
your b-tch in my dms you dm for features i think i might keep her around
[bridge: aftrr]
yeah yeah
gunrange top obsession
you can’t get in you a peasant
[?] she confessin’
i’m the greatest you just less than
yeah me and gunrange we own this
causing the scene yeah we causing [?]
talkin that sh-t know you upset
walk into saks spend a bag like f-ck it
[chorus: kuriosity]
and they like k where is you at
i tell that b-tch i’m in my bag
hop in the two-seater finna crash
with your b-tch in my crib hit that sh-t from the back
take a look at my stats lil’ b-tch i’m getting bigger
take a look at my bank account i’m gettin’ richer
if a b-tch n-gga talk then we pullin’ the trigger
get the beam on the glock that sh-t flash like a picture
and they like k where is you at
i tell that b-tch i’m in my bag
hop in the two-seater finna crash
with your b-tch in my crib hit that sh-t from the back
when i drop a new song they gon’ run it up
swear to god you the gang n-gga throw it up
i got me a blunt and some codeine we pour it up
that sh-t go too crazy on god we throwin’ up (ugh)
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