RAMBO

I shut down the stoeee
Crashout out on the road
Done riding in rolles
My jurry it frooooooooze

I'm in love with this hoe
That's in love with my hoe
She bringing a friend
I tell her bring mooooooooooore

I'm in love with these bitches
I'm in love with these digits
Ain't been broke in a minute
Got shootas on gooooooooo

G-Fazos on feet
Real d-boy i be geeked
Money sex smokin weed
Im spinnin for ghoooooooooooost

She give me her word
That she be at home
I really be knowing
She outta control
She wanna be seen
The center of Rome
We going to war
I'm keeping one close
With one in the head
Not trusting yo tone
You snaking me out
Like bitch i won't know
Like Yvng d ain't this
Like Yvng D ain't that
I pop out at shows
Then go spin wit bros
(Fraaaaaaaaah)

I pop out at shows with a Fully-Auto-Matic
You'd think I'm Rambo
Walk in the club niggas know I brought pole
Think I'm Miami got heat on my clothes
7.62 leave yo body so cold
Keep all the wolfin that casket gon close
(the casket gon close pussy)

I gotta be careful on who I can trust
My circle be smaller than those clumps of dust
I only got shooters my family my loves
Including my perkies my oxies my guns
I only got members that made it out the mud
Broke as a bitch couldn't locate no funds
Now we go shopping spend money for fun
Now we go shopping blow money for fun

I was broke as a joke
All the sorrows that I smoked
On my ass I had no hope
Really sleeping on the floe
I'm just looking for a home
Somewhere I can call my own
Man I really feel like, (fuck)

I just turned up to the streets a Broadway gangsta was re-borrnnnnn
Fafafafafafafafa bitch I'm aiming at yo door
I'm really coming blicked up got the

Bitch I'm really coming blicked up
put ya head up to this chrome screen



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Alvarez
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