Close Range lyrics

[Refrain: Go.unna]
I'm finna take over the A on these n*ggas (Alright)
Trap jumpin', now I'm ballin' like the Mavericks (Wait)
Man' down Crystal Lakes, gettin' tragic (Tragic)
Ain't an actor' but this sh*t can get dramatic (Static)
Steady rockin' wit' the semi-automatic (Yeah)
Say he was real, he a b*tch and we knew it (We knew)
Say he gon' kill me, so why he ain't do it? (They knew)
My n*ggas 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?)
They don't know nun' 'bout this sh*t, n*gga
(f*ck n*gga, twin Glocks, n*gga, 709 sh*t, n*gga)
Twin Glock sh*t, n*gga
(Big nino)
With that nina, for real
(COA to the dеath of me, on God)
Oh yeah
COA

[Chorus: Go.unna]
Twin Glocks, walk down, won't play (Play)
Three deep, two Glocks, one K (K)
Closе range, knock a n*gga toupee ('pee)
Don't run, walk down, too late (On God)
I ain't got time to go play with these n*ggas (Hell nah)
f*ck it, let's load up a K on these n*ggas (Let's load)
Stompin' on necks, b*tch, I stay on these n*ggas (Okay)
I'm finna take over the A on these n*ggas (Alright)
Trap jumpin', now I'm ballin' like the Mavericks (Wait)
Man' down Crystal Lakes, gettin' tragic (Tragic)
Ain't' an actor but this sh*t can get dramatic (Static)
Steady rockin' wit' the semi-automatic (Yeah)
Say he was real, he a b*tch and we knew it (We knew)
Say he gon' kill me so why he ain't do it? (They knew)
My n*ggas 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 sh*t 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 n*ggas, 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, f*ck Berretta guys
Bang the glizzy and exercise (On God)
And the sh*t that we do, we don't televise (Why not)
Why the f*ck all these rap n*ggas tellin lies? (Lies)
Kick the hoes out the trap, they was gettin' high (High)
Tryna f*ck for a gram, b*tch, you gettin' by (By)
These n*ggas want me dead, why I grip the fire (Fire)
Said you takin' me off, you a f*ckin' 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 n*gga what's crackin', let's get it poppin' (Let's pop)
Grab the drum and the pole I can't wait to c*ck 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 f*ckin' rocket

[Chorus: Go.unna]
Twin Glocks, walk down, won't play (Play)
Three deep, two Glocks, one K (K)
Close range, knock a n*gga toupee ('pee)
Don't run, walk down, too late (On God)
I ain't got time to go play with these n*ggas (Hell nah)
f*ck it, let's load up a K on these n*ggas (Lah-lay)
Stompin' on necks, b*tch, I stay on these n*ggas (Okay)
I'm finna take over the A on these n*ggas (Alright)
Trap jumpin', now I'm ballin' like the Mavericks (Wait)
Man' down Crystal Lakes, gettin' tragic (Tragic)
Ain't' an actor but this sh*t can get dramatic (Static)
Steady rockin' wit' the semi-automatic (Yeah)
Say he was real, he a b*tch and we knew it (We knew)
Say he gon' kill me so why he ain't do it (They knew)
My n*ggas 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 pus*y n*gga goofy (Grr, Grr)
Prolly finna cry 'cause I just miss my ruger (Grr, Grr)
30D gang, pop out 'bout my whoa (Gang)
I f*ck different b*tches, n*gga, this OSO (Soul, n*gga)
Pull out the Glock pop it n*gga, they get low (Low, n*gga)
Pull out pocket rocket, n*gga, we on go (Bang, bang)
Shoot that b*tch 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 f*ck 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 pus*y n*ggas, 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)