RAMBO (feat. Blvck Svm)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, baby
I'm chasin' gains, I'm makin' gains, baby
But when you look like this, you can't complain
Who let the dogs out, I'm off the chain
I'm here for your pleasure, not your pain
I am here to entertain, center stage, it's amazing
It's got me
Feelin' like I pulled up in a blacked out Lambo
Feelin' hard to handle
Buildin' up financials
Burning both ends of the candle
But it is a late night and I wanna ramble
Lately y'all got Mr. Two Nice feelin' like Rambo
Y'all give me the ammo
Keep it in a gun safe
I ain't sendin' shots back, they just goin' one way
Killin' 'em in silence
Keep it movin', I'm attackin'
Sew a couple grand up in a mattress and
Get right back to practice
I'm sleepin' good
If you were me, you would cause
My life is a highway
Pull up like a rascal to her flat and
We don't make it out the driveway
She's all up in my space, backseat lover
Got a Kilby girl that comes out
Every single time that I play
I ain't found the one, so I got pretty lil' side things
Don't got time for mind games
I am on the clock, if you ain't workin'
Get out my way
Midnight sun is rising
The Coogi came with columns of grape, got it on Saturday
New Cuban atop it I drape, the links dancin' like cabaret
Can't stop their foot stompin' like they tryna make cabernet
Excuse my French, my native language is money
The streams payin' my rent
You got altitude sickness tryna track my ascent
Fire starter, leave the microphone like oak roots
Twisted and bent
The metal melting mid-session where my fingers indent
The gas pack got a lingering scent, the plug flexin'
Count a backhand with the left and the right, I'm ambidexing
Keep a gallon on me everywhere I go for my complexion
Ferragamo, same color, balsamic, niggas is dressin'
Man, the rhymes' kinda like fine wine
Slowly progressin' with time
My watch flooded, so it stopped on a dime
The hands used to be movin'
But the diamonds like a bullet to spine
Niggas salty, it's fine
Watch 'em tread in the brine, yeah
I'm chasin' gains, I'm makin' gains, baby
But when you look like this, you can't complain
Who let the dogs out, I'm off the chain
I'm here for your pleasure, not your pain
I am here to entertain, center stage, it's amazing
It's got me
Feelin' like I pulled up in a blacked out Lambo
Feelin' hard to handle
Buildin' up financials
Burning both ends of the candle
But it is a late night and I wanna ramble
Lately y'all got Mr. Two Nice feelin' like Rambo
Y'all give me the ammo
Keep it in a gun safe
I ain't sendin' shots back, they just goin' one way
Killin' 'em in silence
Keep it movin', I'm attackin'
Sew a couple grand up in a mattress and
Get right back to practice
I'm sleepin' good
If you were me, you would cause
My life is a highway
Pull up like a rascal to her flat and
We don't make it out the driveway
She's all up in my space, backseat lover
Got a Kilby girl that comes out
Every single time that I play
I ain't found the one, so I got pretty lil' side things
Don't got time for mind games
I am on the clock, if you ain't workin'
Get out my way
Midnight sun is rising
The Coogi came with columns of grape, got it on Saturday
New Cuban atop it I drape, the links dancin' like cabaret
Can't stop their foot stompin' like they tryna make cabernet
Excuse my French, my native language is money
The streams payin' my rent
You got altitude sickness tryna track my ascent
Fire starter, leave the microphone like oak roots
Twisted and bent
The metal melting mid-session where my fingers indent
The gas pack got a lingering scent, the plug flexin'
Count a backhand with the left and the right, I'm ambidexing
Keep a gallon on me everywhere I go for my complexion
Ferragamo, same color, balsamic, niggas is dressin'
Man, the rhymes' kinda like fine wine
Slowly progressin' with time
My watch flooded, so it stopped on a dime
The hands used to be movin'
But the diamonds like a bullet to spine
Niggas salty, it's fine
Watch 'em tread in the brine, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Glover, Jakob Lawson, Jordan Blake Lawson
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