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li rambo – gen 5 lyrics

[intro: dah fetti]
you just know how to hide
y’all n+ggas know how to f+ckin’ hide a lot
me, i don’t have that, you see me
me, me
i always tell the truth
always tell the f+ckin’ truth, i stand on it, even when i f+ckin’ lie
you always lie, so say “good night”, to the bad guy
say “good night”, to the bad guys, the last f+ckin’ time you see us
we the top seed, we the chasers, free the face arrangers, go, go
[verse 1: dah fetti]
aye bro stop right here and let me out, i’m on his ass
40 stick inside this gen 5, and it got a switch attached
i’m tryna make a new strain, i’m gettin’ tired of rizzy lack
that n+gga plaque, too many strains that got created after that
fetti durant, the way i hop out with this drac’ and make a mess
i shoot for 3, and broski posted in the paint to clean the rest
get up close, doa, we hittin’ n+ggas in they chest
r.i.p’s’ll have a n+gga screamin’ like he got tourettes
we’ve been back to back, puttin’ numbers on that board, go check the stats
we knocked they brother off a year ago, and they still ain’t get back
that boy a foot soldier, it’s a d+mn shame the way he met his death
i’m tryna pave some sh+t for broski, get up close and leave a mess
and you know broski ain’t drivin’, you know that he the shooter
gotta find another way to that drop, we f+ck around and call a uber
that boy was loafin’, he had his head down, yeah he a snoozer
one of my b+tches gave the drop, i’m on my way to go remove him

[bridge]
f+ck man, i ain’t gonna ever have this lil n+gga man
n+ggas know, b+tches know, we the top seed
dead n+ggas know, roll the buddy and the rizzy and the fro

[verse 2: li rambo]
n+ggas runnin’ with they gun, so what fun is we gon’ have
they done got me turnt up, b+tch you know i’m back inside my bag
yo’ homie was a crash, that’s why lil, couldn’t last
he caught one to the top, i know osama went out sad
made it rain out on they block, he ain’t slide back, he know it’s us
no switches on the glock when i was dumb, and that’s a finger f+ck
ain’t no joyride in this johnny, b+tch we bend to buckle up
he got hit and tried to run, i think his sh+t was givin’ up
somebody help him up, i heard his blood was on the pavement
and when i hopped out started bl!ckin’, n+ggas started breakin’
what your dumbass runnin’ for? lil n+gga we ain’t racin’
y’all wasn’t there for him when dummy needed y’all the most
he almost died, ain’t have his burner, d+mn that sh+t was close
we made sh+t hot, and we got busy, b+tch shoutout the locs
bro wet his t, his sh+t was drenched, he lack, man he got soaked
they dropped a lo, we droppin’ ‘nem, that’s how we give out smoke
and we be heavy on they side, we just tryna catch a victim
and if he loafin’ out there, that’s a score, and we gon’ bl!ck him
[verse 3: dah fetti]
aye rambo just gave me the call, and i’m gon’ go and get ’em
hop out bl!ck them, frrrr, he better not fall when he hear the switchy
yeah, he better not fall and get turned to rickey
a whole lotta shots when we movin’ through the city
a hunnid bowls just landed, come f+ckin’ get them
a whole lotta bud in the city, n+ggas know who did it

- li rambo lyrics

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