THE RANCH CYPHER

Lyrics

[Intro: BRUHMANEGOD] Spider Gang Agh [Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD] Shut the fuck up, I ain't tryna hear none (None) Spider Gang shit, turn up in the sun Spider Gang shit, turn up in the sun Blowing out smoke, get a crack and a gun Never give a fuck about anything, not even yo' own life Not even yo' own life Pull up to the show, and get socked in the jaw This so motherfuckin' raw, everybody give a round of applause (Round of applause) [Verse 2: fl.vco] Sun's out (door's gone), wake up with my dick in the bitch's mouth (One more time) Oh, you got me fucked up, got big bank (Big bank) Oh, you got me bust out the big tank, pull out with the big tank Ugh, let it go, fuckin' bozo Nigga, you don't know what I'vе been through, smoking on that big boof Ugh, pick a bone, motherfucker Bullshit disguisе, they don't know what I'm seeing with these eyes [Interlude: Wendigo] You know, sometimes it's difficult to watch another man fail You may feel it's best to tell them how to be better But at the end of the day in this big universe, we all have to forge our own way [Verse 3: Wendigo] Huh, we get it done on the ranch (It gets done) Yeah, we get it done on the ranch I'm countin' all my bands and I'm smoking on a plant Bitch, we get it done on the ranch Big ass shotgun 'round my shoulder So much rock, I can build me a boulder Bapes on my feet while I operate the plow Making money while I sleep and I'm making money now [Verse 4: SOLSA] Making it, breaking it, I put the fuckin' dutch to the motherfuckin' ground I throw the money around me, I throw the money well Corporal violence, more chance in getting money if you got a knife out Shaking it to these fuckers, so they'll turn the lights down Shaking it for the pennies, yeah, we'll shake them right down Shaking it for the coin, yeah, shaking to the ground [Verse 5: Lil Darkie] Yeah, yeah, we get it done on the farm Smoking marijuana with a gun on my arm, yeah Yeah, we get it done on the ranch I only feel safe with a gun in my hand Gun, pop, gun, pop, gun, pop Make 'em dance, I can't walk straight with these racks in my pants Yeah, I'm so high, it's like I'm in a trance Bitch, I'm with the spiders, but we movin' like some ants (Yeah-yeah) [Interlude: Lil Darkie] Have you ever seen ants work together to carry something much larger than anyone of them? They carry apple slices, and grapes, they do something that none of them can do on their own, together [Verse 6: MKULTRA] Yeah, I'm an ant, I'm makin' bands, I'm feelin' cramped Yeah, do the dance, are you a fan? Motherfucker, I'm the man Bitch, this liquor got me, "Wobbity-wobbity-woob" Alcoholism, I'm a victim Yes, I'm Mardi Gras Yeah, I'm feeling a little drunk, the party never stop I'm in the Octogon [Verse 7: CHRIST DILLINGER] Yeah, we get it done on the ranch Sippin' on that drank, and it got me in a trance Yeah, we get it done on the farm Shorty suck my dick, like she's tryna do me harm Yeah, I got a gun up in my hand (What?) All my niggas [?], and I'm just pissed, like where you've been? If you can't look out for gang, then you're not a man (Yeah) Shorty suck my dick so good, that I don't understand (Yeah-yeah) Fuck this mic' 'cause it's shit Remember back in the day, where I couldn't get up, and now everything I touch a hit Yeah, remember I was in school, I was wasting my time, I knew all maths and that's it (Yeah) [?] for really exposing, but I won't be it [Outro: BLCKK & Lil Darkie] Alright, okay Listen, uh, I love this fucking beat, I really, I really wanna do this verse I'm so fucking drunk (Come on, Dude), no, no-no-no, I smoked earlier No-no-no, I'm fucking-, I'm so fuck-, I'm so- (Come on, this is your moment, Chris) (Go)