Rambo lyrics

[Intro: Summrs]
Yeah, high as f*ck
b*tch, I'm high as f*ck
Yeah, I'm high as f*ck
High as f*ck
High as f*ck
(Ramboway)

[Verse: Summrs]
I ain't no killer but don't push me
Want me to come to your sh*t, then you could book me
I ain't lying, some of these n*ggas be so mothaf*ckin' pus*y
I count up my racks and watch her play with her pus*y
I'ma f*ck your hoe, she keep on f*cking looking
I'ma big dog pus*y ass n*ggas, you n*ggas be rookies
Yeah, going in the store low drop in this b*tch like a Audi
Yeah, I get off on them Xans and go retarded
f*ck around and crash the Mazi off of the Roxies
You know, I keep my heater, b*tch, why would you try it
You know, I ain't up in no Jeep, I'm driving exotic
Trackhawk got no keys, I'm giving it mileage
I dropped out and got me a bag, I ain't f*ckin' with college
Told this b*tch
"You get whatevеr you want, b*tch, cause I got it"
b*tch, you know you ain't havin' no motion, you need to stop it
I get to the cheesе, I'm counting that mothaf*ckin' cottage
What you think I got these Akimbos for, I ain't doing no boxing
[Verse: Iayze]
The b*tch wanna cut me off, say, "I'm too toxic"
I'm getting so much guap, I'm sipping exotic
I pop a thirty, I pop a thirty, I'm off it
I wake up and get to the money, you don't, that's childish
I get on them xans and I go stupid
Catch that lil n*gga out, then we gon' shoot him
I'm in the back of the back of that lack, and I'm coolin'
Better hope I don't catch you on lack we gon do 'ya
Bro said he finna drop ten on a hoe, Franck Muller
I was too high on my ass, I ain't go to class, Ferris Bueller
I got some killers that be on my side
I be like, "Baby you just gotta ride"
I be like, "Baby you don't gotta lie"
Yeah, If you play in this b*tch he die
We was the ones to get the n*gga fried