Chandler. - Rambo

Rambo, Rambo, Rambo
You ain't coming for my head, bitch that's a cancel
Rambo, Rambo
I'm the perfect storm call me huracán like the Lambo, bitch
Rambo, Rambo, Rambo
You ain't coming for my head, bitch that's a cancel
Rambo, Rambo, Rambo
If you ain't talking money get the fuck up out my pants hoe

Back to the brick, like it's Wall to Wall
Like it's DC, Beal going off the ball
I'm going off the top, that's AC plug talk
If you ain't coming for the bread what you come for
I ain't blowing no smoke but the funnel up your ass
Got two phones with the digital dash
Pick it up fast, come here with cash
I do it so raw, I'm rolling up pearls like I'm Mr. Krabs
Greedy with everything
I just be putting in work, I don't say anything
Brokest the Wokest, I turn to you ashes like Hocus the Pocus
I flick up my wand and I'm doing the most
And I don't wanna die but I've gotten so close
Snakes have been hiding they copy my flow
They hop on the mic and it's all just verbose
Unless it's verbatim that shit 'gon be wack and my confidence high like a xan overdose
High like a plane in the clouds
High like I'm rolling that loud
Hi like your bitch on my line, I fuck her on video
And when you hear that shit you gon' remember the sound
Fuck all that noise, this here just me and my boys
I don't need bitches for comfort
But when it's time, I ring up a line
Might show up late but she'll come first
I am a dog and I'm under
Over this bullshit you feeding me
I am a feen for the energy
I don't know what's gotten into me
Maybe it's all of the doubters and maybe it's all of my hate
Maybe it's just that I'm hungry
This shit a buffet
And I just cleaned off my plate

Rambo, Rambo, Rambo
You ain't coming for my head, bitch that's a cancel
Rambo, Rambo
I'm the perfect storm call me huracán like the Lambo, bitch
Rambo, Rambo, Rambo
You ain't coming for my head, bitch that's a cancel
Rambo, Rambo, Rambo
If you ain't talking money get the fuck up out my pants hoe

First day, this the worst day
Least for you, 'cause I'm bussin' down like my birthday
Like Fiona said this the happy after, don't ever be scratching or disrespecting my name
I'm a young idol and you expecting the same out of goofy lil rappers
That's never picking their pen up, fork and knife etiquette I'm just eating my dinner
Fuck that shit I swear I'm bent up like Rosie Perez
Man you menos you less, I'm más I always impress
Swear I'm hot off the press, I'm hot off the block
I don't got a lot, I don't got a ring
I don't got a dime, I don't pay no mind
To these silly ass children, they don't say your name when you walk up in the building
They don't feel the same when you rapping bout some killing
Man you look so lame when you capping bout some millions
I spit that real shit, that trill shit, the kind of bars that'll get you feeling shit
That intimate, in a sense, I'm innocent
I'm fucking with that sentiment
Throw a line and they bite that shit
Feel a tug and I'm reeling in
All these fakes I don't like that shit
Tell me now, who is the real again
All these fakes I don't like that shit
Tell me now

Rambo, Rambo, Rambo
You ain't coming for my head, bitch that's a cancel
Rambo, Rambo
I'm the perfect storm call me huracán like the Lambo, bitch
Rambo, Rambo, Rambo
You ain't coming for my head, bitch that's a cancel
Rambo, Rambo, Rambo
If you ain't talking money get the fuck up out my pants hoe

Written by:
Chandler Smith

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