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NLE Choppa - Rambo lyrics

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Rambo by NLE Choppa


[Intro]
Anyway, any day, we gon’ get at you
What I say?
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Big boy K, but I want me a milli
Shots rang out on the block like a scrimage
Lean in the cup, we ain’t sippin’ no Remy
How many shots I got? b**ch, I got plenty
Nigga want beef, so we gave his ass dinner
Screamin’ “suck my dick” while they give me my sentence
Didn’t mean to do it, I just had adrenaline
Catch his body, watch the drop, and repeat it
Break down the brick, then I get a percentage
I’m f**kin’ two b**ches, I think that they twinin’
Momma keep tellin’ me “just stop the sinnin'”
I’m sinnin’, and sinnin’, and sinnin’, and sinnin’
Mortal Kombat, get my clip, gotta finish
Cole with the Glock, shoot sh*t like Bennett
Shotta Flow Chop, b**ch I’m comin’ like a menace
I f**ked up the [?]
It’s a whole lot of money and drugs on the couch
b**ch, I’m reppin’ my gang, [?]
If I hop out this car, b**ch you know I’ma stab him
Make that boy see the light, so you know I’m a lamppost
f**ked up in my head, I go on a tantrum
I set examples, all the niggas they scramble
I ain’t even gon’ send no diss, I’m [?]
I’ma up with this b**ch and then shoot you like Rambo
Creep in yo’ bushes, my hoodie is camo
Put a bullet in the mullet and drive home
Don’t you pull it, I’ma aim at the rival
Movin’ them bricks, caution tape, and a towel
Get that b**ch, I’ma f**k [?]
I don’t know what you got goin’, take this nut
Don’t run when I put this thumb in yo’ butt
Stupid ass hoe f**ked up my nut
b**ch I got so mad, damn near smacked her with the Glock
Smack her ‘cross the head, I’ma make her do a Diddy Bop
Ridin’ on the opps, know we got the East on lock
Walk to the officer, then say “f**k cops”
Chop got a mop, I’ma clean the whole block
If I miss me a drop, I’ma skrt off the lot
Catch me a goofy, I’ma drop the whole flock
For the lock and the slot
Beat him ’til he blood clot
[Chorus]
If you reach for my neck, I’ma hit with this TEC
Man, it could be a stu’ ’cause I put him in debt
Put that gun to my face, I ain’t break me a sweat
I’ma tell him to pull it, he livin’ like that
Told him to pull it, he ain’t even wanna pop it
Pussy ass nigga, he ain’t caught no bodies
We he got a gun? He ain’t doin’ no robbin’
Take his strap, he ain’t even no target
[Verse 2]
Shoot him at target, so I hit my target
He wanted to bargain, but I started sparkin’
He had a bright future, he made me a [?]
Should’ve camped by the bushes
Dropped dead, they was talkin’
If he go under, how the f**k he gon’ speak?
If he go under, how the f**k he gon’ creep?
If he go under, how his momma gon’ sleep?
If he go under, how his son gon’ eat?
Too late ’cause [?]
Empty in my soul, no misery
I don’t think that the f**k nigga feelin’ me
This pussy tried to blemish me
Lemon squeeze, I shoot with ease
Get what I want, and I got what I need
Born arrow shooter, he Cherokee
Yo’ shooter be foolish, [?]
[Chorus]
If you reach for my neck, I’ma hit with this TEC
Man, it could be a stu’ ’cause I put him in debt
Put that gun to my face, I ain’t break me a sweat
I’ma tell him to pull it, he livin’ like that
Told him to pull it, he ain’t even wanna pop it
Pussy ass nigga, he ain’t caught no bodies
We he got a gun? He ain’t doin’ no robbin’
Take his strap, he ain’t even no target



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