Ranger Danger Songtext

Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder

Ughhhhh
Hop in this bitch, like "Fuck it"
Bro keep a pistol, buckin'
If he a snitch, can't trust 'em, yeah, woah
He talkin' smoke, we body
I'm finna need my shotty
Big 33, like Scotty

Fuck is you tellin' me, ho'?
I can't be friends with you, ho'
My shoes is Prada and niggas ain't seen these before
They ain't got these in the store
I gotta leave cause I left the stove on at the crib
She call my phone for some dick
I had to- I had to, I had to fuck cause she thick
I had to fuck cause she bad

It's 2020 but nigga I've been in my bag
Look at these fuck niggas mad
Niggas be hatin' but I just be gettin' the bread
Reach then fuck nigga dead
Your shorty text me but I'm finna leave her on read
Sike nah, I'm kiddin', I might fuck around, get some head, ayy
I fuck around, fuck your shorty with friends in the bed, ayy, look
That bitch a freak, uh, that bitch gon' eat, yeah, uh
Suck on my meat, uh, bitch gon' creep, uh , yeah, uh
We from the street, uh, we from the block, yeah, uh
I made her suck, uh, she gave me top, uh, yeah, uh

I hopped in this bitch, like "Fuck it"
Bro keep a pistol, buckin'
If he a snitch, can't trust 'em, ayy, yeah
He talkin' smoke, we 'bout it
I'm finna need my shotty
Bape 33, like Scotty

Fuck is you tellin' me, ho'?
I can't be friends with you, ho'
My shoes is Prada and these niggas "seen 'em before"
They ain't go these in the store
I gotta leave cause I left the stove on at the crib
She call my phone for some dick
I had to- I had to, I had to fuck cause she thick
I had to fuck cause she bad
I had to- I had to

Yeah, wicked wild west
Niggas be stressed, ayy
Aim at yo' neck
You think I give fuck 'bout yo' vests?
Pussy, yeah
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