[Intro: Niztopia & kuriosity]
I'm gonna be the first one to fully cosign gunrange
I cosign gunrange
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go
We back in this bitch, we back
[Pre-Chorus: visions]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey (Streo)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (C'mon Coupe, hop in)
[Chorus: visions]
Talking hella shit like it's a back talk
Gunrange on gunrange, came up from nothing, let the racks talk
You a decoy, always tryna act hard
I'm with aftrr!, yeah, we keep a stick, we tear apart
I'm feeling demonic, yeah, I swear to fucking God
Leave a mass murder at your block and yeah, it was our fault
Why you tryna cover up like we never knew all along?
Why you tryna throw threats when we could just make you gone?
Ain't ever heard of no second chance, no mercy
We on the wave, motherfucker, like Percy
Gunrange nocturnal the way that we lurking
Bullets internal, they hit, bitch, they hurting
Voices in my head and they say that I can't do it, I said, "Fuck it"
You ain't worth shit, nah, bitch, I got hitters
Yeah, we came back when you thought you could kill us
[Verse 1: reef]
I'm back and better than ever
Lil' bro pulled up on me, got put on a sweater
If he got a problem, come eat the Beretta
I don't even talk with your bitch, ain't met her
Me and lil' twin made it flip, trendsetter
Lil' bro really suck, I need him to get better
I put that Perc' in my jaw, I can't feel it (I can't feel it)
Me and Weial too up, broke through the ceiling
[Verse 2: kuriosity]
These niggas ain't taking my title
Bitch, I feel like God, I'ma leave him holy like the Bible
Nah, you ain't a leader, bro, you a disciple
Five bands on a bitch, made that shit with my eyes closed
I cannot keep track of the money that's coming in
I fucked on that bitch and I fucked her friend
Lil' bitch is a fan, she be fucking with Kuri
And she fine with no makeup
Lil' bro ain't putting in work, get a pay cut
[Verse 3: aftrr!]
Okay, huh
Eat on your bitch like soufflé, huh
Ball like I play for the Knicks, no 2K
Big choppa, I take off your scalp, toupée
Sipping on Wock' like I'm sipping on Kool-Aid
Give your bitch a bouquet
Chop' heat him up and it burn 'em like Two-Face
Kick 'em like Liu Kang, lil' boy, stay in your lane
Hit your bitch up, me or him, know she choosing
[Verse 4: rans0m]
Yeah
Tote big guns for all of that big talk
You don't wanna see my pissed off
In the spaceship, boutta lift off
Choppa make him dance like TikTok
Choppa knock 'em out
One, two, three, tic-tac-toe
No, you is not my bro
I pulled up, he ran like a ho
[Pre-Chorus: visions & kuriosity]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey (gunrange, bitch, we back)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
[Chorus: visions]
Talking hella shit like it's a back talk
Gunrange on gunrange, came up from nothing, let the racks talk
You a decoy, always tryna act hard
I'm with aftrr!, yeah, we keep a stick, we tear apart
I'm feeling demonic, yeah, I swear to fucking God
Leave a mass murder at your block and yeah, it was our fault
Why you tryna cover up like we never knew all along?
Why you tryna throw threats when we could just make you gone?
Ain't ever heard of no second chance, no mercy
We on the wave, motherfucker, like Percy
Gunrange nocturnal the way that we lurking
Bullets internal, they hit, bitch, they hurting
Voices in my head and they say that I can't do it, I said, "Fuck it"
You ain't worth shit, nah, bitch, I got hitters
Yeah, we came back when you thought you could kill us
[Outro: Niztopia]
Now take that, the "I cosign gunrange," and use it in a tag in one of your songs, please
That shit would make my life
