THE RANCH CYPHER

[Intro: BRUHMANEGOD]
Spider Gang
Agh

[Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD]
Shut the fuck up, I ain't tryna hear none (None)
Spider Gang shit, turn up in the sun
Spider Gang shit, turn up in the sun
Blowing out smoke, get a [?]
Never give a fuck about anything, not even yo' own life
Not even yo' own life
Pull up to the show, and get socked in the jaw
This so motherfuckin' raw, everybody give a round of applause (Round of applause)

[Verse 2: fl.vco]
Sun's out (door's gone), wake up with my dick in the bitch's mouth (One more time)
Oh, you got me fucked up, got big bank (Big bank)
Oh, you got me bust out the big tank, pull out with the big tank
Ugh, let it go, fuckin' bozo
Nigga, you don't know what I'vе been through, smoking on that big boof
Ugh, pick a bone, motherfucker
Bullshit disguisе, they don't know what I'm seeing with these eyes

[Interlude: Wendigo]
You know, sometimes it's difficult to watch another man fail
You may feel it's best to tell them how to be better
But at the end of the day in this big universe, we all have to forge our own way

[Verse 3: Wendigo]
Huh, we get it done on the ranch (It gets done)
Yeah, we get it done on the ranch
I'm countin' all my bands and I'm smoking on a plant
Bitch, we get it done on the ranch
Big ass shotgun 'round my shoulder
So much rock, I can build me a boulder
Bapes on my feet while I operate the plow
Making money while I sleep and I'm making money now

[Verse 4: SOLSA]
Making it, breaking it, I put the fuckin' dutch to the motherfuckin' ground
I throw the money around me, I throw the money well
Corporal violence, more chance in getting money if you got a knife out
Shaking it to these fuckers, so they'll turn the lights down
Shaking it for the pennies, yeah, we'll shake them right down
Shaking it for the coin, yeah, shaking to the ground

[Verse 5: Lil Darkie]
Yeah, yeah, we get it done on the farm
Smoking marijuana with a gun on my arm, yeah
Yeah, we get it done on the ranch
I only feel safe with a gun in my hand
Gun, pop, gun, pop, gun, pop
Make 'em dance, I can't walk straight with these racks in my pants
Yeah, I'm so high, it's like I'm in a trance
Bitch, I'm with the spiders, but we movin' like some ants (Yeah-yeah)

[Interlude: Lil Darkie]
Have you ever seen ants work together to carry something much larger than anyone of them?
They carry apple slices, and grapes, they do something that none of them can do on their own, together

[Verse 6: MKULTRA]
Yeah, I'm an ant, I'm makin' bands, I'm feelin' cramped
Yeah, do the dance, are you a fan? Motherfucker, I'm the man
Bitch, this liquor got me, "Wobbity-wobbity-woob"
Alcoholism, I'm a victim
Yes, I'm Mardi Gras
Yeah, I'm feeling a little drunk, the party never stop
I'm in the Octogon

[Verse 7: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Yeah, we get it done on the ranch
Sippin' on that drank, and it got me in a trance
Yeah, we get it done on the farm
Shorty suck my dick, like she's tryna do me harm
Yeah, I got a gun up in my hand (What?)
All my niggas [?], and I'm just pissed, like where you've been?
If you can't look out for gang, then you're not a man (Yeah)
Shorty suck my dick so good, that I don't understand (Yeah-yeah)
Fuck this mic' 'cause it's shit
Remember back in the day, where I couldn't get up, and now everything I touch a hit
Yeah, remember I was in school, I was wasting my time, I knew all maths and that's it (Yeah)
[?] for really exposing, but I won't be it

[Outro: BLCKK & Lil Darkie]
Alright, okay
Listen, uh, I love this fucking beat, I really, I really wanna do this verse
I'm so fucking drunk (Come on, Dude), no, no-no-no, I smoked earlier
No-no-no, I'm fucking-, I'm so fuck-, I'm so- (Come on, this is your moment, Chris) (Go)