Close Range

Lyrics

[Refrain: Go.unna] I'm finna take over the A on these niggas (Alright) Trap jumpin', now I'm ballin' like the Mavericks (Wait) Man' down Crystal Lakes, gettin' tragic (Tragic) Ain't an actor' but this shit can get dramatic (Static) Steady walkin' wit' the semi-automatic (Yeah) Say he was real, he a bitch and we knew it (We knew) Say he gon' kill me, so why he ain't do it? (They knew) My niggas pop out with sticks and get to it (We do) We knock your block off, now we leavin' em clueless (Clueless) (I love DJ GREN8DE) [Intro: Go.unna] Oh yeah (Huh? Huh?) Yall don't know nun' 'bout this shit, nigga (Fuck nigga, twin Glocks, nigga, 709 shit, nigga) Twin Glock shit, nigga (Big nino) With that nina, for real (COA to the death of mе, on God) Oh yeah COA [Chorus: Go.unna] Twin Glocks, walk down, won't play (Play) Three deep, two Glocks, one K (K) Close rangе, knock a nigga toupee ('pee) Don't run, walk down, too late (On God) I ain't got time to go play with these niggas (Hell nah) Fuck it, let's load up a K on these niggas (Let's load) Stompin' on necks, bitch, I stay on these niggas (Okay) I'm finna take over the A on these niggas (Alright) Trap jumpin', now I'm ballin' like the Mavericks (Wait) Man' down Crystal Lakes, gettin' tragic (Tragic) Ain't' an actor but this shit can get dramatic (Static) Steady walkin' wit' the semi-automatic (Yeah) Say he was real, he a bitch and we knew it (We knew) Say he gon' kill me so why he ain't do it? (They knew) My niggas pop out with sticks and get to it (We do) We knock your block off, now we leavin' em clueless (Clueless) [Verse 1: Go.unna] Semi-automatic ('matic) Come to Crystal Lakes, and shit can get tragic (On God) Got my own way and my money be stackin' (It's havin') Rubber band man and my pockets, I'm havin' (I'm havin') All of my niggas, the gang, yeah, the faction (Faction) Rock life fit, so I'm trappin' in fashion (The fashion) If you want a verse or a pack then I'm taxin (Ya' lackin') Your life wasn't for me, I just had to pass ya' (On God) Yeah, we them better guys, fuck Berretta guys Bang the glizzy and exercise (On God) And the shit that we do, we don't televise (Why not) Why the fuck all these rap niggas tellin lies? (Lies) Kick the hoes out the trap, they was gettin' high (High) Tryna fuck for a gram, bitch, you gettin' by (By) These niggas want me dead, why I grip the fire (Fire) Said you takin' me off, you a fuckin' lie (Lie) I'm makin' money, they thinkin' it's funny, you know that this trappin' ain't never stop (It ain't never stop) Double G, glizzy gang, so you know I'm glokkin' (Glidin') Tell a nigga what's crackin', let's get it poppin' (Let's pop) Grab the drum and this pole I can't wait to cock it (On God) Clean fit, but the dirty stick in my pocket (What's goin') They like, "What type of pole you got in your pocket?" I can't wait to show 'em it's a fuckin' rocket [Chorus: Go.unna] Twin Glocks, walk down, won't play (Play) Three deep, two Glocks, one K (K) Close range, knock a nigga toupee ('pee) Don't run, walk down, too late (On God) I ain't got time to go play with these niggas (Hell nah) Fuck it, let's load up a K on these niggas (Lah-lay) Stompin' on necks, bitch, I stay on these niggas (Okay) I'm finna take over the A on these niggas (Alright) Trap jumpin', now I'm ballin' like the Mavericks (Wait) Man' down Crystal Lakes, gettin' tragic (Tragic) Ain't' an actor but this shit can get dramatic (Static) Steady walkin' wit' the semi-automatic (Yeah) Say he was real, he a bitch and we knew it (We knew) Say he gon' kill me so why he ain't do it (They knew) My niggas pop out with sticks and get to it (We do) (It's DJ GREN8DE) We knock ya block off, now we leavin' em clueless (Clueless) [Verse 2: Glokk40Spaz] Pull out that fire and go stupid (Whoa) We put 'em on TV Judge Judy (Whoa) Slap 'em with the fire, the pussy nigga goofy (Grr, Grr) Prolly finna cry 'cause I just miss my ruger (Grr, Grr) 30D gang, pop out 'bout my whoa (Gang) I fuck different bitches, nigga, this OSO (Soul, nigga) Pull out the Glock pop it nigga, they get low (Low, nigga) Pull out pocket rocket, nigga, we on go (Bang, bang) Shoot that bitch close range, 'cause I miss Sumo (Bang) Lil' boy get a million views and steal my flow (Mili') Free Lil' BJ, I call him G.I. Joe (BJ) I pop em 'bout 30, know I miss my Loc (Grr) They try hang with the gang, know we cut that rope (Grr, Grr) Shawty washed up, can't even fuck that pope (Grr) Real don dada, or the real OSO (Grr) She call me her papa but I move like pope (Grr) We poppin' at pussy niggas, ain't no joke (Joke) (It's DJ GREN8DE) I'm the real vampire, and we shoot at goats (Vampire) Scramble' them Glocks, crack her just like yolk (Scram) Shoot at that boy just to see his soul float (Soul, float)