GottiOnEm - Rambo lyrics

[Intro] Belly Squad, yeah [Chorus: T1] Quiet n***as I could never trust those Married to the P's I don't cuff hoes I want my brothers out the bando I want to fly to, Spain or Morocco You can't tell me where I can't and where i can go Tryna blow? that's a plan though But these haters wouldn't understand though And I'm so ready for the war like rambo [Verse 1: Max] I be paranoid as f** I swear my mind's gone Dark thoughts in my brain while the light's on Try to be calm and let bygones be bygones They didn't wanna listen now my switch is f**in' lights off Everybody in this city said they feel me My n***a C still cuttin' trees in two (My n***a) And lord knows if I tell him "will you spot P's?" He's comin' back with green on the plate like some broccoli They see me on YouTube and now they wanna screw me I ain't done a nothing lord, why they wanna do me? They love Max and the gyal moving loosely Lord, tell me why my friends movin' bookey None of-None of these n***as be trustworthy A clean hearted G can turn around and do you dirty Like "Spud man" first and next you wan' burst me These gal drink 'nuff tell me why they still thirsty? [Chorus: T1] Quiet n***as I could never trust those Married to the P's I don't cuff hoes I want my brothers out the bando I want to fly to, Spain or Morocco You can't tell me where I can't and where i can go Tryna blow? that's a plan though But these haters wouldn't understand though And I'm so ready for the war like rambo [Verse 2: Ty] Me and my brothers are money motivated Give it a couple of years we're gonna be amongst the greatest And word to Mostack, I wouldn't wanna be the one the one who's hating on others I'd rather be the one that's hated Who's next up? n***a, that's us Yeah we crept up, while these n***as they slept on us Yeah we stepped up, now all these n***as they feedin' us That n***a act tough, he ain't nothin' to gettin bust Gonna bet some b**hes, some f**boy's cause i can't f** with them Done touring, couple n***as on the ride I mean tell them good luck with them k**er flows, them man are still in the Ends with their wifey and hoes Sound like J-Huss stay on the grind, I dont know what's up with them When I do my dirt, tell me about them wanna tell on me Why you bellin' me? Two shots for a frienemy Tippin hennessy gettin brain from melanie That's that remedy, yeah that arc was heavenly [Chorus: T1] Quiet n***as I could never trust those Married to the P's I don't cuff hoes I want my brothers out the bando I want to fly to, Spain or Morocco You can't tell me where I can't and where i can go Tryna blow? that's a plan though But these haters wouldn't understand though And I'm so ready for the war like rambo [Verse 3: T1] It's like, everybody's real but I don't understand though Where are your designer? Where you livin'? Damn bro Chatting bout the bands though, you ain't in the Bando Some brothers in the can though, I ain't talkin' Tango Man are talking fruity, who is this mango? Call my cousin quickly, then light him like a candle My brothers are my spinal, yeah they are my backbone I'm in my two door dreamin' bout a Lambo Dreams money can buy Yeah you got Armani airs but you'll never be fly Back then she said "bye" now she tellin' me "hi" She said "You're potential bae", you feelin' alright? Are you feelin alright? (what??) Are you feelin alright? She wonders if I'll call her back, I told her I might Yeah, why they trynna hate, blame your Articuno Walkin from my ends like "catch me and a**ume" no [Chorus: T1] Quiet n***as I could never trust those Married to the P's I don't cuff hoes I want my brothers out the bando I want to fly to, Spain or Morocco You can't tell me where I can't and where i can go Tryna blow? that's a plan though But these haters wouldn't understand though And I'm so ready for the war like rambo [Outro: Ty] I've been out on my feet all week, all day And I'm still getting P's all fine, okay And I'm still breathing so I can't complain If you're talking money you can be coming my way My way My way No you dont want trouble so dont be coming my way My way My way Any hell I'll get the drop I'll be running up in that place