LP Rambo, Kashout Klil - God Forgive Me lyrics
[LP Rambo, Kashout Klil - God Forgive Me lyrics]
I just hope that God forgive me
When I die and see them gates
I hope he don't forbid me
And if you try to rob me, pussy boy
You better kill me 'Cause I'm comin' back
And shootin' backs, you'll call me Ricky
Pull up on a opp block, hop out
Start dumpin' shit
Record while slappin' out a opp
Thot then publish it
Niggas always screamin' "Gang" but what
Work you puttin' in?
Police roll up to the block
And the crack I'm tuckin' it
Niggas talkin' but they not about it
Nigga run up then you know I'm clappin'
45 with a automatic
Nigga beat to death 'cause they both rapid
Run up on me, I'm goin' havoc
Kill a nigga with no mask
Niggas know I stay trappin'
You shootin' shit, that's invalid
Put my city on the fuckin' map
No applause but that shit clap
Shoot a fuck nigga in his mouth
That's a big gap
Leave a nigga speedin' like
He runnin' laps
On the block I keep the strap
That's your girl and she let
Me slap but really, brodie
I just want the neck
She suckin' me while I count a check
No computer but he get the MAC
Hop out of that black thing and
I make sure my boys attack
In the stu I never lack, stop rappin
Your shit wack in the hood
You never lack don't move or
Get your shit smacked lil nigga
Bitch! Already know what the
Fuck goin' on man
LP, rip this shit one time brodie, Rambo
Gang shit, Already know
What's craccin crodie, let's get it!
I'm in hell with the AC on hot, nigga
Hell's Kitchen with a baby on the pot, nigga
Nigga, I don't give a fuck like a virgin
Bitch, my wrist's a drunk driver in
The kitchen it be swervin'
That's my bitch, you can't touch
Pussy nigga get your Jergens
Your bitch made you wait up, she a waiter
She be servin' she be doin' my shit dirty
Shut the blinds and close the curtains
Put this dick down her throat
Got this thot bitch here burpin'
I better not see nobody wave
'cause I be surfin' niggas
Fuck the law, save yourself
I be purgin' niggas
Cocaine for my breakfast, no exam
Don't test me
Knock your head down your chest
Turned your ass to a necklace no homo
But with poles we be strippin' niggas
Niggas think they hot fries
Then I'm dippin' niggas
In ketchup 'cause you behind
In your feelings, nigga
I can't find you then I'm puttin'
Bullet holes in every buildin', nigga
Gyuh! Gyuh! Gyuh! Gyuh!
Rambo Gang, this the last of em mB6, Woop!