Rambo

I need more Ammo Got a nigga feeling like Rambo Imma bout to blow out the candle To much to handle Too much to handle Niggas ain’t ready for the man Nobody want to run up Get dismantled 
Bitch I want salad Caesar  Shawty undressing I need my toppings like pizza Please The dick in your mouth And you better not take it out Tryna come up for no breathers either
Cold Ice wet freezer Hoes like that D
I Cum on her shirt  Now go hit the cleaners Bag up another one soon as i leave her
No I don’t not f*ck wit them either I just be counting my cheese up
Woah  You should go pray to the preacher Ohhhh You gotta pay for a feature You gotta wait on your turn Stop think You better learn No it is not your concern But if don’t pick up the lesson Then you gone get burned Heat to your head  It’s feeling like perm You a disease nigga you a germ Niggaz stay grounded call me big warm So I’m addressing em firm No  You ain’t been talking bout shit  Claiming that street life you a bitch You ain’t never really up in the mix All of these women and you wit a 6 I need a 8 9 or a 10 Letting some shits out for your friend Taking them L’s and you ain’t never win You in the deep side can you swim Drowning them niggaz I don’t be counting on niggaz  I just be focused on figures  You see the riddle  Huh nigga you little  Don’t get caught up in the middle All you needing is a hoodie and skittles  Bitch it’s raining don’t be looking for drizzle  Damn I’m hoping that you packing a pistol You can get hit wit a missile They make it look simple I need more Ammo Got a nigga feeling like Rambo Imma bout to blow out the candle To much to handle Too much to handle Niggas ain’t ready for the man Nobody want to run up Get dismantled 
Bitch I want salad Caesar  Shawty undressing I need my toppings like pizza Please The dick in your mouth And you better not take it out Tryna come up for no breathers either
Cold Ice wet freezer Hoes like that D
I Cum on her shirt  Now go hit the cleaners Bag up another one soon as i leave her
No I don’t not f*ck wit them either I just be counting my cheese up
Woah  You should go pray to the preacher Ohhhh You gotta pay for a feature Best of the Best come and challenge the mister I rip a hole in any Nigga begging to differ My wits spit cleaner then a mouth full of Listerine bubble guts I am the shit bruh I got to shit on these niggas in the pot that I piss I throw them out the window with the title they fixed up Was gone for a minute Now I'm back in the picture Nigga what don't trip the jig's up Pick up and roll Like the hook King rolling a swisher Better yet a backwood It's a wrap when we Pack woods Y'all niggas ain't ready for the shit that we got Brewing Miyagi with the flow Wax on Wax off Back off you jack offs You all pussy Probably whack off what is strap-on in your back door 3D I pack more punches than the amount of money your city gets taxed for At War with you Uncle Sam niggas Took away my fam but I still stand With my little man and the heat of the beat Dancing in the street To the T. One 0. double N. 3D. Flow unique If you peep what I speak I be keeping it 100 each And everyday of the week Rappers try but can never compete Murdered by the Rhythm and Melody That I be (automatic weapon sound) on Going in heavily I need more Ammo Got a nigga feeling like Rambo Imma bout to blow out the candle To much to handle Too much to handle Niggas ain’t ready for the man Nobody want to run up Get dismantled 
Bitch I want salad Caesar  Shawty undressing I need my toppings like pizza Please The dick in your mouth And you better not take it out Tryna come up for no breathers either
Cold Ice wet freezer Hoes like that D
I Cum on her shirt  Now go hit the cleaners Bag up another one soon as i leave her
No I don’t not f*ck wit them either I just be counting my cheese up
Woah  You should go pray to the preacher Ohhhh You gotta pay for a feature