Lyrics Ranges Rovers - reefuh!

I need ranges, I need rovers
I see strangers, I don't know ya'
They say, "Oh, he made it, a four-leaf clover"
I see blank faces on my soldiers

Percocets keep me at bay, I wanna go back home
All I see is grey, please pick up the phone
Bro ain't been okay, the last bitch broke his bones
Bitch, I wan' get paid, point me to the bones

I need ranges, I need rovers
I see strangers, I don't know ya'
They say, "Oh, he made it, a four-leaf clover"
I see blank faces on my soldiers

Sitting in a field, tryna drill
Fiends kill the plug if he run out of pills
The Honda on a drive-by, lost a few wheels
I'll cuff a rich bitch, she put me in her will
Fuck from the back, back attack, make her squeal
Sittin' in that track, like, "Damn, this surreal"
And I had to hide drugs from my brother, he got loose screws
He was in the county, caught a charge 'bout a .22

I'm a demon, fresh outta Nieman's
Only see black, like I'm fuckin' anemic
I'm off the X, word to ray, orthopedic
Swimmin' in drank, like this shit was hygienic
Money spread please, boy, yo' ass comedic
Hit the curb, two wheels, like it's paraplegic
Excuse my French, I don't mean it
Heat lined up, need the label to green it
Standing on 10, Ben
Lions in the den, can they free my bro?
Strapped like a chin, boy, I'm trained to go
Blood 'bout kin, I would die behind those
It's sharks in the water, boy, you still in the boat
I don't mean to brag, I'll boast
But, bitch, I came out the womb as a goat
Can't speak on this shit, you don't know

Percocets keep me at bay, I wanna go back home
All I see is grey, please pick up the phone
Bro ain't been okay, the last bitch broke his bones
Bitch, I wan' get paid, point me to the bones

I need ranges, I need rovers
I see strangers, I don't know ya'
They say, "Oh, he made it, a four-leaf clover"
I see blank faces on my soldiers

I need ranges, I need rovers
I see strangers, I don't know ya'
They say, "Oh, he made it, a four-leaf clover"
I see blank faces on my soldiers

Big body whip, like the bitch overweight (Okay)
Opps in the UK, shit
I might hop out the big body, shoot at ya' mate (Brr, dumb bitch, yuh)
Big body snake, take his big body bitch on a date (Come here)
Woke up to big body racks on my plate (Oh yeah)
I know he a jake, I'ma use him to facilitate a play (Ha)
Why you running in your sandals?
Oh, it's smoke in the air, blew a candle
Pointer itching, he been reaching for the handle
Dirty money, gov' got me in a scandal
Bro's beat pack turned me to a vandal
Green eggs, I go ham, better scramble
If I was on the TV they'd change channels
Beef with a cracker, get shot in his flannel

I need ranges, I need rovers
I see strangers, I don't know ya'
They say, "Oh, he made it, a four-leaf clover"
I see blank faces on my soldiers
I need ranges, I need rovers
I see strangers, I don't know ya'
They say, "Oh, he made it, a four-leaf clover"
I see blank faces on my soldiers