Rambo lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Kyyngg sh*t, ho, Kyyngg sh*t, n*gga
What the f*ck's brackin'? Ya heard me?
Praise We, ho, ya dig?
Renzy, what the f*ck it do, n*gga?

[Hook]
b*tch, I feel like Rambo, my n*ggas, they'll go there
You know we point them heaters at your nose, blood
Uh oh, ain't no motherf*cking ho, yeah
Cash flow, we get the racks, them b*tches gon' come
Say you with it, b*tch, get with it
I aim this glizzy at yo' fitted
All of these lil b*tches paying attention
We running up racks every second and minute

[Verse 1]
I'm racing 'Raris and 'Raris
With bad b*tches in this b*tch, looking like Cardi
All of my lil n*ggas, they is retarded
You pull up, we pulling up with Glocks and forties
Thirty gon' pop him, f*cking right, we offed him
Dump him in the slum, we had to get lost him
All of my lil n*ggas living life awesome
We turned into bosses, lil b*tch, get up off us
Just made a couple racks in the party
Me and all my brothers, we the army
I swear these f*ck n*ggas, they don't want it
Please, blood, come and show me my opponent
[?] and repeat it
I'm a lil freaky n*gga, I eat it
n*gga tripping, I'ma motherf*cking eat him
Thirty popping like a [?] and delete him
We some motherf*cking creatures
In love with murder, no, you ain't gotta believe it
I'm f*cking out of here
We shining bright like this the altar, f*ck your chandelier
You would think I know magic the way he disappeared
[Hook]
b*tch, I feel like Rambo, my n*ggas, they'll go there
You know we point them heaters at your nose, blood
Uh oh, ain't no motherf*cking ho, yeah
Cash flow, we get the racks, them b*tches gon' come
Say you with it, b*tch, get with it
I aim this glizzy at yo' fitted
All of these lil b*tches paying attention
We running up racks every second and minute

[Verse 2]
I smoke his pus*y ass like a pack
I run up all the racks and give it back
You pus*y lil n*ggas straight on your period
'Cause when we catch a blood, watch how we gon' film it
Call my brother just to get you out of here
Creep through them woods just like a f*cking deer
These n*ggas envious, but I don't give a f*ck
Come dissing on the gang, your life is out of luck
Can't be serious, you gotta be kidding me, blood
All these lil n*ggas be talking that bullsh*t
But they don't want nothing with us
I'ma pull up with a pump, I'ma pull up with the MAC
Shoot that lil b*tch in the head, shot his girlfriend in the back
Since she wan' ride with that n*gga
I'ma leave that lil b*tch wet
b*tch, she love to gang bang, we so insane
Like the good fella, wet 'em, no umbrella
I feel like a f*cking devil, I'm made out of metal
You can't hurt the Kyyngg, these n*ggas don't bother me
I'ma end up dumping the acid
f*ck that lil b*tch, gave her back quick
They say what they gon' do, but no, ain't sh*t happen
My best friend has his MAC-10, pulling up, we leave it tragic