Bryson Tiller - Rambo (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Bryson Tiller] This is This is not a mothaf**in' game, why you playin', boy? I'm just sayin', boy Yeah [Hook: Bryson Tiller] Yeah, Rambo They beggin' for mercy, like the Lambo' Know they told me k** 'em 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 f**in' k**er, like Rambo No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo n***a, I just k** 'em 'cause I can though [Verse: The Weeknd] I just signed a deal so big that it's a secret Victoria's Secret Angels dancin' 'round me for a reason Spread your wings for me like I'm Freddie Mercury But baby, you should call me king, you know that it's my season I'm out to re-up, made another k**in' in Reno I couldn't leave her until I paid a visit to P.O Too much tequila, I had too much tequila They cuffed me like I was single, f** it I'm back to Henny Thank the lord, didn't k** me in the elevator Wasn't my time, saved my soul, [?] save it for later Cheat d**h that day, never played fair Roll stress all day, blow it in the air Had to k** the pop game so they know what's up Now I'm poppin' back swift, had to shake it off Sobriety is an enemy, I'm sorry momma Society now acceptin' me, pray for the young ones I'm from the Scar town, city no love From the town where a n***a never ever blow up Now they love me cause I shine, shawty If you ain't f**in', then it's time, shawty I see the truth inside your eyes, shawty If you don't love me then you lied to me If you don't love me then you lied to me Swallow all your pride for me Or you can swallow all the time for me Now you can tell me how that taste, girl Gene Simmons tongue but I ain't down for the kissin' My n***a got a scope, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the rinsin' My n***a's hittin' notes and I ain't talkin' ‘bout the singin' I'm breaking billboards for my city, got me thinkin' I'm a motherf**in' villain in my town Heath Ledger, 'bout to O.D Married to the game, I ain't never gettin' cold feet k**in' all these lames, lot of motherf**ers owe me I just stay quiet, I just let the money climb high [Hook: Bryson Tiller] Like Rambo They beggin' for mercy, like the Lambo' Know they told me k** 'em 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 f**in' k**er, like Rambo No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo n***a, I just k** 'em 'cause I can though [Outro: Bryson Tiller] This is not, this is not a This is not a mother- A mothaf**in' game This is, this is not This is not, this is not This is not A mothaf**in' game, why you playin' boy? I'm just sayin', boy I'm just sayin', boy That's all God! Tiller!