I Don't Like The Look Of It

You see it's Ranger$ nigga

You know what it is

We them Four Dudes

That influence all the kids and

Yeah we came from nothing

But we finna have it all

On our way to the top

We could die if we fall

All the haters and the fakers make us greater

Niggas be talking nonsense I need translater, wait up

I'm on the grind cause I'm skater cool

10 seconds from the finish line

I'll see you later dude, Ha

So cuff your girl, oh we're gonna take her

Let me hit it like a Dodger

Cause I'm balling like the Lakers

From the city of angels

And I'm flying with the highest

Till' my wings get tangled we tight you can't deny it.

The top is where we climbing to

Don't need no help, nahh it's cool

Niggas tryna' sign us too

Whatchu think that I'm a fool?

Niggas tryna' make they own money and they're game

Cause they want their own fame

And this game is not the same, you could blame

All these television gangsters

Reason why I said that cause they all a bunch of fakers

But we the Ranger$, the stranglers

We ain't no gang members but all we make is bangus

I don't like the look of this

And I don't like the look of that

If a bitch try to set me up I hit her with a "SLAP"

Just for fun, you see us coming far away you better RUN.

See the swag so mean but the style so clean

Old spice wish that it could be as fresh as me

But that's Mission Impossible

Nigga you Tom Cruisin'

I'm just cruisin' who looking for a bruisin'

Dude I'm fly, captain of the plane

In the cockpit doing things you never seen

Fresh white T poppin'

Skinny jeans rockin'

It's Ranger$ all day and them haters we knocking

So nigga 'shut up'

Don't get me started, deadliest warrior and I'm the star of it

I'm aiming with my bow, and ya'll niggas is the target

I don't think you want beef, so don't get me started

It's the eve of destruction swaggin' heavy you a light weight

Steppin' to the party like a bus yo' bitch I'm gonn' take

Bout to get ugly like a chick on a blind date

You niggas hungry? Ohh well cause I ate

And I don't go through like

Looking for a soulmate

I'm bout my fast bake so slow cake I won't take

Steppin' up to the bat, so let me reach homeplate

My money don't stay still, bitch it rotate

Wait, tell me why you hating, I don't see no fucking reason

I ball year round while you niggas waiting for the season

Chewed up the beat, like the instrumental bleeding

After I smash your girl, well you know that I deleted her.