Hurry you in danger
She turnt to a stranger
I can't love no hoe
Cause I'm a fucking Night Ranger
Lock in on some paper
Never need to chase her
Walter White cheffin, percocets
Out my container
I ain't built for life
I stay up out of sight
Had to let her go cause i'm a ranger in the night
Ranger in the night
Reflective over life
Deep down inside
Wishing that we'd reunite
F*ck it though we balling
Stack bands till the morning
Hoodie on tight
Just to stop the thoughts from
calling
In the night she crawling
twenty bands I'm all in
Mustangs for the insta
But its you i'm really wanting
Inside information
Making bands off my creations
On her face I'm painting
Giving in to new persuasions
Switching up locations
She got unique vibrations
Reaching elevations
On these Night Ranger vacations
Foreign medication
Keeps my mind intoxicated
Fucked up situations
Trying to ruin my relations
Broad imaginations
Working no my presentation
Searching for sensations
Night Ranger my occupation
Your place a ghost town
Nigga run up on me put his man down
Night Ranger, in the dark
With my scope out
Space Ranger grt, grt
When my thing howl
Let that bitch out
Niggas shot down
Leave his ass as a ghost
Now
Leave his ass in that ghost town
Ghost town
Skirting off in a benzy now
Bitches, models
When I f*ck
Full throttle
Pour me up
A bottle
Always smoking on this
Zago
Imma hit you
With my nine hoe
Stacking chicken like
Rosco
Whole sale like Costco
Brodie hit him in his top though
Swinging sticks like mando
Tryna stack me up a band though
Arm broke like Brando
Steady marching on commando
Always winning in a standoff
Don't touch my shit
Bro hands off
Imma shoot my fucking
Bands off
Got my wand no Gandalf
Your place a ghost town
Nigga run up on me put his man down
Night Ranger, in the dark
With my scope out
Space Ranger grt, grt
When my thing howl
Let that bitch out
Niggas shot down
Leave his ass as a ghost
Now
Leave his ass in that ghost town
Ghost town
Skirting off in a benzy now
I ain't Kodak
But I'm booted off
The molly
I be trapping I don't have to
Getting bread up, is a hobby
Got his bitch, she giving sloppy
Type to suck me through a condom
What the f*ck, that bitch
Wilding
Brand new J's always styling
Life is luck, this shit is lottery
A rack don't mean a lot to me
Racks under the mattress
Y'all don't move it properly
They can't hold me
So they copy me
Got your aunt
In my crib
Cause that's where she want to be
Always lay low
Can't have a federal watching me
Your place a ghost town
Nigga run up on me put his man down
Night Ranger, in the dark
With my scope out
Space Ranger grt, grt
When my thing howl
Let that bitch out
Niggas shot down
Leave his ass as a ghost
Now
Leave his ass in that ghost town
Ghost town
Skirting off in a benzy now
