RAMBO

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BabySolid - Rap

RAMBO

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[Intro] Yeah, huh B-A-B-Y (Chapo) L-I-F-E [Chorus] Ever since they locked my mans up, I've been turnt up Don't know 'bout us, you can't search up Check them news, go read them papers All the opps get turnt to prayers And these bullets fuckin' nameless See me comin', then I'm aimin' Ain't no runnin', you can't save him Stack it high up like some Lego Bullets hot just like potatoes Keep a chopstick, fuck a egg roll If we on him, get his friend too Don't you tell him how I met you When I up, it gon' forget you Ain't no panda sticks like bamboo Catch a opp and goin' Rambo [Verse] What the fuck you get that gun fo' Boy yo' bitch-ass ain't gon' blow Catch yo' ass up by the stove Up that ni�a adi�s We got 50s and extendos Keep a shooter like he Rondo On the top floor in that condo We just popped another bottle, gang Live by the day, ain't no tomorrow Keep a 40 with them hollows Ain't no beef, gon' hit yo' taco If you owe me, cheese like nachos We just blitz his ass like Broncos I will have them at your front door Trap for sale just like it's Costco Been a hunnid like I'm Boscoe If I catch him, then it's John Doe Knock his ass down like Apollo Hell nah, we don't feel no sorrow Free Sumo, hate I can't call you He was the main nigga putting in work Speaking on the dead, I'll put you in the dirt Aiming at the head, I'ma hit you where it hurt If you made the bed, I'll put him down first Ain't never lied when I put it in a verse Gun to big, it don't fit up in her purse If I had a kid, demon seed, I'm a curse No time to be lackin', we put 'em on shirts Don't ask what happened, somebody got murked If that don't make you happy, take some off this earth Cause I'll be right there gladly with 300 shots in my pants like that boy Lil Durk They scared EBG, why they on high alert? Why they always on go? Why they always be thirsty? Why they looking for licks? Why they ass always searching? If someone get caught, then they probably gon' hurt 'em And all them shoot outs, man, I know that you heard 'em You was ducking them shells every night like a turtle If it's murder she wrote, don't you go through that journal Cause the whoas they be popping, they guns like some kernel And I be with them vamps, all my niggas eternal B-A-B-Y-L-I-F-E 'Bout all them letters gon' get your ass murdered Hot like a stove, so I keep me a burner I just wanna cop me a phantom, don't know about no ghost Timmy Turner Brand new fye, so I still gotta learn her If you get caught, nigga, keep it omert� [Chorus] Ever since they locked my mans up, I've been turnt up Don't know 'bout us, you can't search up Check them news, go read them papers All the opps get turnt to prayers And these bullets fuckin' nameless See me comin', then I'm aimin' Ain't no runnin', you can't save him Stack it high up like some Lego Bullets hot just like potatoes Keep a chopstick, fuck a egg roll If we on him, get his friend too Don't you tell him how I met you When I up, it gon' forget you Ain't no panda sticks like bamboo Catch a opp and goin' Rambo

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Credits

Writers
  • BabySolid
  • Al Chapo