Rambo
Bryson Tiller
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This is not, this is not This is not, this is not a motherfuck A motherfucking game, motherfucker This is not this is not, a motherfucking game, why you playin' boy? I'm just saying boy Yeah Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo' No they told me kill them all, goddamn though I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though On two feet, that's where I stand though I'm a true fucking killer, like Rambo No ammo, they send me on the sand yo Nigga I just kill 'em because I can though I'm as humble as they come, but you're fucking with the wrong on Boy you're fucking with the wrong one This ain't new you watch that nigga get a home run Watch him hit it, it's a home run I ain't playin' wit' you nigga's I'm a true louis Villain I'm the realest, they acrylic F*ck them niggas if they doubt it Say I'm flippin' up, but so is a money counter I've been getting up, gotta pay my self allowance And I save it like the bail, I can't take no more L's The day I sell my soul, that's the day I go to hell Been putting on a show, just like Dave Chappelle They ain't make it in the credits, I'ma tell them oh well Tell Steve, don't let no more bitches in the hotel Niggas gotta get the work, girl unless you gon twerk something Lotta ladies, verse on em' Damn this lifestyle got a lot of perks on it, i'm just saying nigga (young Tiller) Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo' No they told me kill them all, goddamn though I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though On two feet, that's where I stand though I'm a true fucking killer, like Rambo No ammo, they send me on the sand yo Nigga I just kill em because I can though This ain't temporary, I've been out here, letting them know New cat, years later, best as Sylvester Stallone I've been working hard, I've been doing better, ya know Beat the freeloaders, we won't be breaking bread with them though She chose me over him, cause he's was so regular, oh He was so regular, I'm like a butler, getting this dough I'm like a monster, or a motherfucking predator Oh-na-na-na, soldier like Contra I don't f*ck with thotties, I pass them to my partner All gold everything, bitch I'm Fort Knoxin' New sports car, man New Porsche coppin', Two door hop in Girl you know how I've been And I've been trying to budge in my checks with the rest with the money, money Rubber bands getting stretched with the hundreds, hundreds M.V.P up in there with the money, money Don't I make the haters upset with the money Bitch I'm coming This is not, this is not This is not, a motherfuck A motherfucking game, motherfucker, this is not This is not, this is, this is not a motherfucking game, why you playin' boy? I'm just saying boy Tiller
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Written by: Bryson Tiller, Joshua Scruggs, Venjamin Basner
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