Rambo

[Verse 1]
I was running through the woods like Rambo
Young nigga unchained that’s Django
This year I just wanna see bands
Then I’m gonna skr skr in a matte black Black Lambo
If you see TruLuv then you see gang though
Got lil bro locked in the can though
Got bagged with hot food on on him
But nothing like chicken in Nando’s
Catch me in midday heat
But my neck and my wrist stay icy
Bottom of my creps is red
And that’s the last thing you’ll see if you try me
I am not the type for just typing
Jump out the whip and act like Mike Tyson
Don’t make a typo like you’re typewriting
I’m pulling up whip with no licence
What’s with all this excitement
Online wicked and bad but now you’re timid and silent
I’m an diligent guy but but you’re making me wanna get violent
And I ride anywhere I want with all of my militant riders
Man you made it too easy, peng ting wanna be my main
But nah you’re slutty and sleezy
SE16 come down and I’ll show you man who’s greezy
Got bro locked up phoning home like E.T

[Hook]
Putting in work, but I ain’t been in no gang though
On road with my whole damn team
Man it really had me feeling like Rambo
I put family first, if they ain’t moving like fam though
Camouflage pants when I pull up to your yard
Man it really feeling like Rambo
Putting in work, but I ain’t been in no gang though
On road with my God damn team
Man it really had me feeling like Rambo
I put family first, if they ain’t moving like fam though
Camouflage pants when I pull up to your yard
Man it really feeling like Rambo

[Verse 2]
I’m the one they like to hate
I showed them love, that’s my mistake
The truth is out so why debate
Fuck them all them guys are fake
Now my best friend is the dough and I move like a pro for the proceeds
But I couldn’t buy her a gift only gift she gets is a GIF or Emoji
Skidding late night with the brakes on
Now the one they all hate on
So I ain’t got love for nobody
Just my bed and my mum like the Drake song
Nower days they calling me anti
Coz this two faced shit just ain’t on
But nah I ain’t even anti
I just can’t be around these fake dons
Feel like Pac, All Eyez On Me
Fendi t-shirt that’s eyes on me
I tried to let bygones be
But man are still telling lies on me
Fake friends, yeah they must be
Now I don’t trust them man, trust me
To my face they show love
The way they discuss me disgusts me
Big shit pop arf, dem bwoy run arf
Section Boyz make di ting get lock arf
Wha?! Tell a man straight suck yuh mudda
Dat guy Cass bloodclaat nutter
Repeat myself did I bloodclaat stutter
I was eating bread with no bloodclaat butter
I was so bruck get no brucker
Now I run to the money and they just can’t stop us

[Hook/Bridge]
Putting in work, but I ain’t been in no gang though
On road with my whole damn team
Man it really had me feeling like Rambo
I put family first, if they ain’t moving like fam though
Camouflage pants when I pull up to your yard
Man it really feeling like Rambo
Putting in work, but I ain’t been in no gang though
On road with my God damn team
Man it really had me feeling like Rambo
I put family first, if they ain’t moving like fam though
Camouflage pants when I pull up to your yard
Man it really feeling like Rambo