L.E.B. - Rambo

Out the gate I’m gunnin
Now I see you runnin
Turned my nothings into something to stack up my fundings
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo (Rambo)
Out the gate I’m gunnin (Gunnin)
Now I see you runnin (Runnin)
Turned my nothings into something to stack up my fundings
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo (Rambo)
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo (Rambo)
The way I live this life blue lights go whoop whoop
Damn he from the 808 I kinda like this new dude
Why you talking shit I really thought that I knew you
Been in it too long you turning soft you a Fruit Loop (Bitch)
Gotta be honest hating on me is a swing or a miss
All the doubt thrown at me is what got this ice up on my wrist
You really think I’m gonna waste energy fucking with a diss
Maybe for somebody more important but you bitch
Tell it as it is
Careful who you ride with don’t let a snitch into the clique
Never check the mileage when you in the whip
Get an itch to be a money mitch get up don’t quit
(Pissed)
At this generation no one give a shit
(What is this)
Entitled punks trynna get rich all off of Twitch
(Makes me sick)
Seeing a coward ditch his woman with the kids
(Now this)
MGK telling the god that he a bitch bitch
Out the gate I’m gunnin
Now I see you runnin
Turned my nothings into something to stack up my fundings
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo (Rambo)
Out the gate I’m gunnin (Gunnin)
Now I see you runnin (Runnin)
Turned my nothings into something to stack up my fundings
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo (Rambo)
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo (Rambo)
I’ve been in my right mind looking like a senate (Senate)
Mixing different flows, uh, looking like a chemist (Whip it)
Gotta take my name out your mouth like a dentist
If you bringing negative vibes kick you out cause I prevent it (Yeah!)
These attention seeking hoes yeah they photogenic
If you get offended then I’m talking to you yeah I said it (Woo!)
Look at all these trash mumble rappers flexing whips they rented
Yeah!
Such your bitch ass up return that shit by seven (Tell em!)
You say you fly like a bird I shoot down a pheasant (Pop)
I been grinding I been working looking like a peasant
Not going down on you if your pussy leave an essence (Bleh!)
I been drinking I been swerving looking like I’m driving S’s (Skrrt!)
Taking hallucinogenics yeah pop em in Venice (Venice)
Man I love hearing is that debit or credit yeah I got a fetish
Somebody call a medic
My pen and pad is pathogenic
Flow is causing an epidemic
Fuck I’m going Rambo (Woo!)
Out the gate I’m gunnin
Now I see you runnin
Turned my nothings into something to stack up my fundings
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo (Rambo)
Out the gate I’m gunnin (Gunnin)
Now I see you runnin (Runnin)
Turned my nothings into something to stack up my fundings
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo (Rambo)
Bitch I’ll never run out of ammo like Rambo (Rambo)

Written by:
Decker Bicoy

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