lilbubblegum – rambo lyrics
[verse 1: lilbubblegum]
two shots to your face
let that pistol bang
all these clips start moving as they enter out the k
i be dripping hard you be drowning off my wave
i don’t need the clout i been making money plays
feel like $not when i pull up
b-tches want that mula
got a hunnid racks and i gotta lotta shooters
aiming at your head and you know we keep them rugers
i don’t f-ck with lames, nah i do not f-ck wit losers
i don’t give a f-ck bout no b-tch -ss n-gga
i been getting bank, i got 5,6 figures
talking h-lla sh-t, keep my finger on the trigger
run up real quick, catch a fade and now you tripping
you don’t really want this smoke
cause b-tch i got you in my scope
i feel like rambo i don’t fold
got ice on my neck and it’s froze
bars so icy they be cold
i pull with my shooters though
we aiming right up at your dome
bullets be flying so fast you gone
i’ma pull with the team
seven corps yeah we elite
shawty want me and my meat
so i let her have my feet
i don’t care ’bout what she think
cause i’m wavy like the sea
making money, counting green
me and letoa we the kings
[bridge: lilbubblegum, -letoa-]
-yeah, woah-, we and letoa we the kings
-yeah, woah, yeah, woah-
-yeah yeah woah yeah yeah yeah-
[verse 2: letoa]
ayy
got the glizzy got the pack
choppa pop u like a xan
pistol whip you and your dad
got me feeling like the man
boy not slat
boy not slime (yeah)
shawty let me check the time
rrck no roley (yeah)
rm williams (yeah)
wanna f-ck at mine (yeah, woah)
pack no boof when you come up to the stu
got the choppa aimed at you
laser down your missing tooth (uh)
nascar it go zoom (uh)
big gun it go boom (uh)
watch out for my goons (yeah)
only swishers not no hoons (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b-tch i keep katana keep it heavy and sh-t
b-tch she don’t want no drama gimme head with your cl-t
i might just go and f-ck with your friends for a bit
i just might let it send i might go hit a l!ck (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, wha)
woah
is you with the sh-ts (yuh)
diamonds vvs spent on another b-tch (uh)
she gon’ let it drop when i blow a kiss (yeah)
i can’t even tell if it’s a hit or miss (woah)
ayy
[outro]
got the glizzy got the pack
choppa pop u like a xan
pistol whip you and your dad
got me feeling like the man
boy not slat
boy not slime (yeah)
shawty let me check the time
rrck no roley (yeah)
rm williams (yeah)
wanna f-ck at mine (yeah, woah)
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