NLE Choppa - Rambo lyrics

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NLE Choppa - Rambo lyrics

[Intro] Anyway, any day, we gon' get at you And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it What I say? Ayy [Verse 1] Big boy K, but I want me a mini Shots rang out on the block like a scrimmage Lean in the cup, we ain't sippin' no Remy How many shots I got? b*tch, I got plenty ni**a want beef, so we gave his ass Denny's Screamin' "su*k my dick" while they give me my sentence Didn't mean to do it, I just had adrenaline Catch his body, watch the drop, and repeat it Break down the brick, then I get a percentage I'm fu*kin' two b*tches, I think that they twinin' Momma keep tellin' me "just stop the sinnin'" I'm sinnin', and sinnin', and sinnin', and sinnin' Mortal Kombat, get my clip, gotta finish Cole with the Glock, shoot sh*t like Bennett Shotta Flow Chop, b*tch I'm comin' like a menace I fu*ked up the [?] It's a whole lot of money and drugs on the couch b*tch, I'm reppin' my gang, you see on the banner If I hop out this car, b*tch you know I'ma stab him Make that boy see the light, so you know I'm a lamppost fu*ked up in my head, I go on a tantrum I set examples, all the ni**as they scramble I ain't even gon' send no diss, I'm [?] I'ma up with this b*tch and then shoot you like Rambo Creep in yo' bushes, my hoodie is camo Put a bullet in the mullet and drive home Don't you pull it, I'ma aim at the rival Movin' them bricks, caution tape, and a towel Get that b*tch, I'ma fu*k [?] I don't know what you got goin', take this nut Don't run when I put this thumb in yo' bu*t Stupid ass hoe fu*ked up my nut b*tch I got so mad, damn near smacked her with the Glock Smack her 'cross the head, I'ma make her do a Diddy Bop Ridin' on the opps, know we got the East on lock Walk to the officer, then say "fu*k cops" Chop got a mop, I'ma clean the whole block If I miss me a drop, I'ma skrt off the lot Catch me a goofy, I'ma drop the whole flock For the lock and the slot Beat him 'til he blood clot [Chorus] If you reach for my neck, I'ma hit with this TEC Man, it could be a stu' 'cause I put him in debt Put that gun to my face, I ain't break me a sweat I'ma tell him to pull it, he livin' like that Told him to pull it, he ain't even wanna pop it Pussy ass ni**a, he ain't caught no bodies We he got a gun? He ain't doin' no robbin' Take his strap, he ain't even no target [Verse 2] Shoot him at target, so I hit my target He wanted to bargain, but I started sparkin' He had a bright future, he made me a [?] Should've camped by the bushes Dropped dead, they was talkin' If he go under, how the fu*k he gon' speak? If he go under, how the fu*k he gon' creep? If he go under, how his momma gon' sleep? If he go under, how his son gon' eat? Too late 'cause his tank on E Empty in my soul, no misery I don't think that the fu*k ni**a feelin' me This pussy tried to blemish me Lemon squeeze, I shoot with ease Get what I want, and I got what I need Born arrow shooter, he Cherokee Yo' shooter be foolish, JaVale McGee [Chorus] If you reach for my neck, I'ma hit with this TEC Man, it could be a stu' 'cause I put him in debt Put that gun to my face, I ain't break me a sweat I'ma tell him to pull it, he livin' like that Told him to pull it, he ain't even wanna pop it Pussy ass ni**a, he ain't caught no bodies We he got a gun? He ain't doin' no robbin' Take his strap, he ain't even no target

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