lp rambo – twisted runway lyrics
[hook]
when will these n-gg-s learn?
that if i catch they mans that mean they gone too
what did these n-gg-s earn?
them n-gg-s round you, won’t forever stay round you
we ain’t running, we be all bout gun play
caught him on he runway, get popped like bombay
f-ck round with my money, shoot you straight in your face
man these pockets puffy, got these balmains ugly
[verse one]
n-gg-s tryna find me, aye
tell them get behind me, aye
yes my jewelry crying, aye
yes my choppa sighing, aye
that’s a opp i’m sighting, aye
then send choppas flying, aye
i don’t mean the gun, aye
i mean the bullets biting, aye
here comes a pistol diss track, it’s what the clips be writing
n-gg- think he frightening, aye
hit his -ss with lightning, aye
diamonds on the breitling, aye
they call a freezer my bling, aye
man these hoes be trifling, aye
man these boys be biting, aye
when will you n-gg-s learn?
that what i get i earned?
boy, that’s why it’s my turn
boy, that’s why you a sherm!
[hook]
when will these n-gg-s learn?
that if i catch they mans that mean they gone too
what did these n-gg-s earn?
them n-gg-s round you, won’t forever stay round you
we ain’t running, we be all bout gun play
caught him on he runway, get popped like bombay
f-ck round with my money, shoot you straight in your face
man these pockets puffy, got these balmains ugly
[verse two]
boy come shop with me, i will bless you like a pastor
diamonds on me so yellow, i cannot hold in my bladder
saying you got money, i cannot hold in my laughter
me and you not the same, i’m at the end of the chapter
these n-gg-s bite like a raptor, it’s money that i’m running after
you don’t gotta be a actor, foreign sound like a tractor
and my dope so loud, i tell it ”quiet down what is the matter?”
get your b-tch i might sn-tch her, turn your life to a disaster
talk down i make it burn
in traffic, how fast can you make a turn?
i know you feel concerned
n-gg- i came up from dealing on the curb
[hook]
when will these n-gg-s learn?
that if i catch they mans that mean they gone too
what did these n-gg-s earn?
them n-gg-s round you, won’t forever stay round you
we ain’t running, we be all bout gun play
caught him on he runway, get popped like bombay
f-ck round with my money, shoot you straight in your face
man these pockets puffy, got these balmains ugly
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