Rambo lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, chick up outta college, too drunk can’t see through the lens
Yeah, hoe back at the club was stupid, she gon' bring her friends though
'Kay, but my baby, she cute, but I don't got no time for randoms
And my gang keep me safe, they got them Glocks on them like Rambo (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Can’t lie, that b*tch bad but, my b*tch think she sexy too
Whole industry is trippin', I swim through these beats like 22
I just swift like Taylor
Just went to the store, got the pants tailored (Yeah)
Free whips from these majors
Boy I’m state green like this sh*t Baylor

[Post Chorus]
f*ck all of these other colleges, boy, I see a gator (Yeah)
From Florida, but Grade A done thought I came off a crater
Remember they all love me, now they act like haters
"Z can only make sad songs" (Gave they ass a rager)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, chick up outta college, too drunk can’t see through the lens
Yeah, hoe back at the club was stupid, she gon' bring her friends though
'Kay, but my baby, she cute, but I don't got no time for randoms
And my gang keep me safe, they got them Glocks on them like Rambo (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Can’t lie, that b*tch bad but, my b*tch think she sexy too
Whole industry is trippin', I swim through these beats like 22
I just swift like Taylor
Just went to the store, got the pants tailored (Yeah)
Free whips from these majors
Boy I’m state green like this sh*t Baylor

[Post Chorus]
f*ck all of these other colleges, boy, I see a gator (Yeah)
From Florida, but Grade A done thought I came off a crater
Remember they all love me, now they act like haters
"Z can only make sad songs" (Gave they ass a rager)

[Outro]
f*ck all of these other colleges, boy, I see a gator (Yeah)
From Florida, but Grade A done thought I came off a crater
Remember they all love me, now they act like haters
"Z can only make sad songs" (Gave they ass a rager)