Things Get Stranger Testo

Yeah, turn this one up a little bit

Things get stranger yeah
Things get stranger ayy
Things get stranger yeah
Things get stranger ayy
Things get stranger yeah
Things get stranger ayy
Things get stranger yeah
Things get stranger (Ayy)
Things get stranger
Like a cowboy Texas Ranger
Got a Ford Ranger
You'll get slain sir
Killing all you rappers
You're stupid fake actors
My trucks a Raptor
No Jurassic park after
Yall are trash bro
50 cal in my desert eagle
Its chrome not legal
Like a baseball league no smeagle
Lyrics on its peak
Don't give me cheek
What's this gold you seek?
You'll get locked up like Meek

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Things get stranger yeah
Things get stranger ayy
Things get stranger yeah
Things get stranger ayy

Too many guns, about to have fun
Red dot sight, same color as blood
I'm not from the hood, I never said I was
Tried what I could but it was never enough
Glocks, nines, and fifty caliber bullets
Cock it and then pull it back for some action
I'm smacking everyone of you rappers
Don't get it twisted or backwards (What? Ayy)
Take the time to chill, pop no pills
I stay ill, vile, villainous, continous
Drill holes through your skull like
I'm a nervous wreckless Leatherface
Spending cash, at every place I go to
Whenever I roll through your neighborhood
Trying to say whatever it is that I could
These things get stranger than they should (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)

Things get stranger yeah
Things get stranger ayy
Things get stranger yeah
Things get stranger ayy
Things get stranger yeah
Things get stranger ayy
Things get stranger yeah
Things get stranger ayy