White Range

[Hook: Drake] Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit That black wood in my white range, that 65 with that cocaine That 95 with that yay yay, I-5 with that halftime I'm taxing niggas, I'm decking niggas I'm whacking niggas, be on max I'm on it, I'm on it, yeah, yeah bitch, I'm on it Fixed to ship my nigga Screwface a package from California Never changed my price on the white bitch They liked 'em, but couldn't afford 'em Mixed my wrist like Prince And the crack came back lighter than Apollonia And my incense burning, West coast in my wood packed Used to lace my blunts with that powder shit But that was way back, I can't change that Now I reminisce on them hot days Reminisce on them cold nights I was blessed to make it through my adolescence Still fucking up in my dope life But I still wouldn't change a thing Cold blood running through my veins That black wood in my white Range To my white bitch to that right mayne And I'm still gon' slang them thangs East Side running through my veins I shower bitches in champagne Yeah, this the lifestyle of the insane [Hook: Drake] Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Incense burning, still fucking my old bitch Got problems off in my household, old girl be bringing up old shit Get mad fighting, we go sit like who’s this ho you so close with? Why the bitches calling your number if they just a group of bitches you smoke with See Fred you a motherfucking dog You the type of nigga got to have it all You remind me of my pops Want to cut a nigga off, but she can't stop Want to cuss a nigga out till she can't breathe Telling me that she gon' go, but she can't leave Man Fred you could please when you get back home She gone with the dog and the car keys Got damn, now I'm realizing that I love her Fucked up when I put this other life above her Tricking off on a stripper, I bet I bust it her On the outside I'm too cool, but I'm broken up undercover Hide my feelings through my drug habits And I based my raps off my interactions with drug addicts And drug dealers, them killers creeping coming for that paper One of my own homies just might leave a nigga stanking In a dope house where you coke out [Hook: Drake] Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range I'm taking off when that light change