[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