B Racks - Rambo lyrics

[Chorus] Got them choppers on deck, just like Rambo Two pistols on my hip, I got ammo My young n***as shoot straight through the peephole In the club with them bottles of the Clicquot Rambo, Rambo In the club with them choppers like I'm Rambo In the club, poppin' bottles of the Clicquot Rambo, Rambo [Verse One] Two choppers on me, like I'm Rambo My young n***as, they shoot sh** straight through the peephole In the club with ten bottles of the Clicquot I got dope runnin' through from West to East Coast And my young n***as shoot you like a free-throw He [?] shoot at your people All these guns in the trap, man, we shoot n***as up All these choppers in this van when we pullin' up Drive by in the Lamborghini, them n***as, they stinkin' My n***as, we blingin' The f** is you thinkin'? My n***as, we leanin' Shout out to my team cause we schemin' Fifty K in on the weekend My n***as [?] We shoppin' at Neiman's [Chorus] [Verse Two] I hit the club, and I make it rain Two Glocks up on me, like I'm Max Payne Shoulda strap with the chopper I got that chopper, mane Take this sh** to war, take this sh** so far Hop up out the whip, dressed in camo Choppers on my shoulder, like I'm Rambo I got them choppers in the Lambo Hop up out my whip, click-clack-bam, ho Ready for war, anytime, anyplace We shoot at your face We catchin' the case, then we beatin' the case We dumpin' your body, it's off in the lake I'm pumpin the brakes I'm smokin' that gas with no brakes We up in the money, you late You talkin' that sh**, then the bullets, they hittin' your face [Chorus x2]