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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? Letras de cancionesYou'll get locked up like Meek 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 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 From Letras Mania