Big Sad 1900 - Rambo lyrics

[Big Sad 1900 - Rambo lyrics]

Ayy! Straight up, nigga
1900!
Yeah, uh huh

Ayy, we want face shots
You better leave that vest on
You get stepped on
You better leave that meth 'lone
Picked the bitch up and told
Her I need neckbone
We pull the coupe out, we get our flex on
Been had everything, I want drugs in my bando
Thick bitch
But, it's not too much that I can handle
Face tats, Playboi Gangsta
That's what it stand for
Tough nigga playing that role
Thinkin' he Rambo

Look, gang members running with them thugs
Known to act out we them niggas politickin'
Put off and pack outs
Now you niggas tuckin' y'all tail
Now y'all back out
GLE or that 580 when I back out
Face shots, we want face shots, closed casket
We don't know bro, on the gang
So stop asking (Nah)
Made yourself a target on the
Net with all that acting
Every nigga around you in your
Circle know you capping
I'm in San Francisco, I'm just chillin'
I'm relaxing puttin' up numbers
Y'all can go and check my status
Known for gettin' money
I wasn't tryna do no bragging
I been poppin' since my school days
They know I had it
I drink thousand dollar cups
Knowin' it's your rent
With some bitches in my
Benz smokin' behind tint
You talking to some strangers
'bout your life, you tryna vent
I'm takin' notes
Get rich or die like 50 Cent

Ayy, we want face shots
You better leave that vest on
You get stepped on
You better leave that meth 'lone
Picked the bitch up and told
Her I need neckbone
We pull the coupe out, we get our flex on
Been had everything, I want drugs in my bando
Thick bitch
But, it's not too much that I can handle
Face tats, Playboi Gangsta
That's what it stand for
Tough nigga playing that role
Thinkin' he Rambo

I'm in the mix, I'm running with dealers
Get you a brick
Get in my feelings thinkin' about
You and pour a six I'm the shit
I'm sendin' her places I never went
I'm the shit
She give me her money because I'm it
I'm with the Black Jew, hoppin' out flexin'
We wearing Chrome Hearts
Not the nigga tryna be nice
I don't got no heart
We drive foreign cars crazy
Like they go-karts ghetto nigga
Knockin' these bitches all at the Walmart
Gave the bitch my number, changed my mind
I ain't wanna talk
Slap your ass, I'ma play Will
You play Chris Rock beat bang
Sound like some shit I made for TikTok
Bitch cool, say she out the way
I made a pit'stop
Turn up for my city, I'ma put my gang on
Slap your ass when you come around
And say my name wrong
Screamin', shoutin' like them niggas
When the game on i hear you niggas rappin'
Everything sound like the same song

Ayy, we want face shots
You better leave that vest on
You get stepped on
You better leave that meth 'lone
Picked the bitch up and told
Her I need neckbone
We pull the coupe out, we get our flex on
Been had everything, I want drugs in my bando
Thick bitch
But, it's not too much that I can handle
Face tats, Playboi Gangsta
That's what it stand for
Tough nigga playing that role
Thinkin' he Rambo

Nigga, 1900, man! yeah
Y'all know what we on
Everything gon' get stepped on
Stepped over, stood over, nigga
Whatever you wanna call it, nigga
Like that, let's go

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