Rambo lyrics

[Intro]
Damn it, Franchise, you did it again
Ay no yak when we speak
And it's broad day when we creep
We do it at night too
Anyway, any day, we gon' get at you
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
What I say?
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Big boy K, but I want me a mini
Shots rang out on the block like a scrimmage
Lean in the cup, we ain't sippin' no Remy
How many shots I got? b*tch, I got plenty
n*gga want beef, so we gave his ass Denny's
Screamin' "Suck my di*k" while they give me my sentence
Didn't mean to do it, I just had adrenaline
Catch his body, watch the drop, and repeat it
Break down the brick, then I get a percentage
I'm f*ckin' two b*tches, I think that they twinin'
Momma keep tellin' me "Just stop the sinnin'"
I'm sinnin', and sinnin', and sinnin', and sinnin'
Mortal Kombat, get my clip, gotta finish
Cold with the Glock, shoot sh*t like Bennett
Shotta Flow Chop, b*tch I'm comin' like a menace
I f*cked up the 20s (yea, yea)
It's a whole lot of money and drugs on the couch
b*tch, I'm reppin' my gang, you see on the banner
If I hop out this car, b*tch you know I'ma stab him
Make that boy see the light, so you know I'm a lamppost
f*cked up in my head, I go on a tantrum
I set examples, all the n*ggas they scramble
I ain't even gon' send no diss, I'm Rambo
I'ma up with this b*tch and then shoot you like Rambo
Creep in yo' bushes, my hoodie is camo
Put a bullet in the mullet and drive home
Don't you pull it, I'ma aim at the rival
Movin' them bricks, caution tape, and a towel
Get that b*tch, I'ma f*ck get, get guts
I don't know what you got goin', take this nut
Don't run when I put this thumb in yo' butt
Stupid ass hoe f*cked up my nut
b*tch I got so mad, damn near smacked her with the Glock
Smack her 'cross the head, I'ma make her do a Diddy Bop
Ridin' on the opps, know we got the East on lock
Walk to the officer, then say "f*ck cops"
Chop got a mop, I'ma clean the whole block
If I miss me a drop, I'ma skrt off the lot
Catch me a goofy, I'ma drop the whole flock
For the lock and the slot
Beat him 'til he blood clot
[Chorus]
If you reach for my neck, I'ma hit with this TEC
Man, it could be a stu' 'cause I put him in debt
Put that gun to my face, I ain't break me a sweat
I'ma tell him to pull it, he livin' like that
Told him to pull it, he ain't even wanna pop it
pus*y ass n*gga, he ain't caught no body
Why he got a gun? He ain't doin' no robbin'
Take his strap, he ain't even no target

[Verse 2]
Shoot him at target, so I hit my target
He wanted to bargain, but I started sparkin'
He had a bright future, he made me a dark one
Shouldn't camp by the bushes
Dropped dead, they was talkin'
If he go under, how the f*ck he gon' speak?
If he go under, how the f*ck he gon' creep?
If he go under, how his momma gon' sleep?
If he go under, how his son gon' eat?
Too late 'cause his tank on E
Empty in my soul, no misery
I don't think that the f*ck n*gga feelin' me
This pus*y tried to blemish me
Lemon squeeze, I shoot with ease
Get what I want, and I got what I need
Born arrow shooter, he Cherokee
Yo' shooter be foolish, JaVale McGee
[Chorus]
If you reach for my neck, I'ma hit with this TEC
Man, it could be a stu' 'cause I put him in debt
Put that gun to my face, I ain't break me a sweat
I'ma tell him to pull it, he livin' like that
Told him to pull it, he ain't even wanna pop it
pus*y ass n*gga, he ain't caught no body
Why he got a gun? He ain't doin' no robbin'
Take his strap, he ain't even no target

[Outro]
He ain't even no target
Nobody lookin' for you
Why he got a gun?
Slow ass lil n*gga
Go get you a drop
'Fore yo' ass get popped