Kyyngg - Rambo lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Kyyngg sh**, ho, Kyyngg sh**, n***a What the f**'s brackin'? Ya heard me? Praise We, ho, ya dig? Renzy, what the f** it do, n***a? [Hook] b**h, I feel like Rambo, my n***as on go [?] You know we point them heaters at your nose, bruh Uh oh, ain't no motherf**ing ho, yeah K flow, we get the racks, them b**hes gon' cuff Say, you ready b**h? Get worried I aim this glizzy at yo' fitted All of these lil b**hes paying attention We running up racks every second and minute [Verse 1] I'm racing 'Raris and 'Raris With bad b**hes in this b**h, looking like Carti All of my lil n***as, they is retarded You pull up, we pulling up with Glocks and forties Thirty gon' pop him, f**ing right, we offed him Dump him in the slum, we had to get lost him All of my lil n***as living life awesome We turn into bosses, lil b**h, get up off us Just made a couple racks in the party Me and all my brothers, we the army I swear these f** n***as, they don't want it Please, Blood, come and show me my opponent [?] and repeat it I'm a lil freaky n***a, I eat it n***a tripping, I'ma motherf**ing eat him Thirty popping like a [?] and delete him We some motherf**ing creatures In love with murder, no, you ain't gotta believe it I'm f**ing out of here We shining bright like this the [?], f** your chandelier You would think I know magic the way he disappeared [Hook] b**h, I feel like Rambo, my n***as on go [?] You know we point them heaters at your nose, bruh Uh oh, ain't no motherf**ing ho, yeah K flow, we get the racks, them b**hes gon' cuff Say, you ready b**h? Get worried I aim this glizzy at yo' fitted All of these lil b**hes paying attention We running up racks every second and minute [Verse 2] I smoke his p**y a** like a pack I run up all the racks and give it back You p**y lil n***as straight on your period 'Cause when we catch a Blood, watch how we gon' [?] All my brothers [?] get you out of here Creep through the woods just like a f**ing deer These n***as envious, but I don't give a f** Come dissing on the gang, your life is out of luck Can't be serious, you gotta be kidding me, Blood All these lil n***as be talking that bullsh** But they don't want nothing with us I'ma pull up with a pump, I'ma pull up with the MAC Shoot that lil b**h in the head, shot his girlfriend in the back Since she wan' ride with that n***a, I'ma leave that lil b**h wet b**h, she love to gang bang, we so insane Like the good fella, wet 'em, no umbrella I feel like a f**ing devil, I'm made out of metal You can't hurt the kid, these n***as don't bother me I'ma end up dumping the acid f** that lil b**h, gave her back quick They say what they gon' do, but no, ain't sh** happen My best friend has his MAC-10, pulling up, we leave it tragic