Letra de Rambo - Bryson Tiller

(Feat. [])

This, uh

This-this is not

This-this is not, this-this is not a motherf-

A motherfucking game, motherfucker, this is not

This-this is not, a motherfucking game, why you playin' boy?

I'm just saying boy, uh, yeah

Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on

Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on

Hol' on, nuh, hol' on, nuh

Yeah, Rambo

They begging for mercy like the Lambo

Know 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 see me on the Sanyo

Nigga, I just kill 'em because I can though

I'm as humble as they come, but you fucking with the wrong one

Boy, you fucking with the wrong one

This that new Pen Griffey, watch that nigga get a home run

Watch him hit it, that's a home run

I ain't playin' wit' you niggas, I'm a true Louis Villain

I'm the realest, they acrylic, fuck them niggas if they doubt it

Say I'm flippin' up, but so is a money counter

I've been getting up, 'bout to pay my self allowance

And I save it like the bell, 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, I'm 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 to work, girl, unless you gon' twerk something

While I lay this verse on 'em

Damn, this lifestyle got a lot of perks on it

I'm just sayin' nigga (Young Tiller)

Yeah, Rambo

They begging for mercy like the Lambo

Know 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 see me on the Sanyo

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, bet Sylvester Stallone

I've been working hard, I've been doing better, ya know

Peep the freeloaders, we won't be breaking bread with them, no

She chose me over him, cause he 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 fuck with thotties, I pass her to my partner

All gold everything, bitch, I'm Fort Knoxin'

New sports car, man, I'm new Porsche coppin'

Two-door, hop in, girl, you know how I spend

And I been tryna budget my checks and the rest of my money, money

Rubber bands getting stretched with the hundreds, hundreds

M.V.P upper deck with the money, money

Don't I make the haters upset with the money

Bitch, I'm coming 'cause

This is not, this is not a, this is not a motherfuck-, a motherfucking game

This is, this is not, this is not, this is, this is not

A motherfucking game, why you playin' boy?

I'm just saying boy (Yeah, Tiller!)

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