[Chorus: Kuriosity]

And they like K where is you at

I tell that bitch I'm in my bag

Hop in the two-seater finna crash

With your bitch in my crib hit that shit from the back

Take a look at my stats lil' bitch I'm getting bigger

Take a look at my bank account I'm gettin' richer

If a bitch nigga talk then we pullin' the trigger

Get the beam on the Glock that shit flash like a picture

And they like K where is you at

I tell that bitch I'm in my bag

Hop in the two-seater finna crash

With your bitch in my crib hit that shit from the back

When I drop a new song they gon' run it up

Swear to god you the gang nigga throw it up

I got me a blunt and some codeine we pour it up

That shit 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 fuck

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 fuck 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 bitch 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 shit know you upset

Walk into Saks spend a bag like fuck it

[Chorus: Kuriosity]

And they like K where is you at

I tell that bitch I'm in my bag

Hop in the two-seater finna crash

With your bitch in my crib hit that shit from the back

Take a look at my stats lil' bitch I'm getting bigger

Take a look at my bank account I'm gettin' richer

If a bitch nigga talk then we pullin' the trigger

Get the beam on the Glock that shit flash like a picture

And they like K where is you at

I tell that bitch I'm in my bag

Hop in the two-seater finna crash

With your bitch in my crib hit that shit from the back

When I drop a new song they gon' run it up

Swear to god you the gang nigga throw it up

I got me a blunt and some codeine we pour it up

That shit go too crazy on god we throwin' up (Ugh)