[Intro: EDDISON]
I woke up, hit him with the pain, he a stain
I might stock up, I got all these guns in my name
I might step up on a bitch, I might step them on their face
Bitch, I got all these guns, they call me Eddie-Go-Range
Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit, damn son, where did you find this?
This a certified hood classic

[Chorus: EDDISON]
I woke up, hit him with the pain, he a stain
I might stock up, I got all these guns in my name
I might step up on a bitch, I might step them on their face
Bitch, I got all these guns, they call me Eddie-Go-Range

[Verse 1: EDDISON]
That's a bet on, yea, that's a bet on, yеa, that's a bet on, yea
Off the two out thе race
I might step on, yea
Put on my step on, yea
Bitch, I'll spit on repeat
Bitch, I hop out with that K
On that two plus and a eight
Put my Stuffel, put a lane
Bitch on 4K, told that bitch get out my face
B-double B, I know I ain't fashionably late
I need a blessing at my presence, came to press you in your game
Dust, dust, dust, dust
Dust, dust, dust, yeah
Dust, dust, dust, dust
Dust, dust, dust, dust, yeah
[Verse 2: Afourteen]
Okay walker, come in different type of jeans, got my guns
And decided to run from the clit, with your trash-ass is making me sick
Come inside, it's definitely be like that's some shit, say your prayers
Man, how did you pass through all this? Size like this, I'll pass you [?]
Fourty-rounds without blue, eight fingers on the blue
You ain't know it was us
Middle fingers on the U, sending shots after you died, woa'
Trap another' dummy liners, torture
His name is [?], throw up'
Yeah, his name is [?], throw up'