LP Rambo - HURTING:ME (6 Flow Pt.5) lyrics

When I aim this Glock you
Better duck test your luck
Claim you with the shit's might
Have to press you up, test your stuff
You ain't from the streets you
Just not getting up, catch your bluff
Right this second i am off a
Extra nug get ya up
Flipping the work like a hardy boy
Do you really want catch this
Tommy boy Johnny Boy
You leave your girlfriend round me
I get naughty boy
You should have known better
You so retarded boy
Not even sorry boy, Icey cold hearted boy
My niggas come down your block
Like the army boy
Uppercut niggas no we not strong arming boys
Got so much beef that you
Think I was farming boy
I'm at your strip, I got the grip
You better cut nigga better be swift
You not surviving you better be gifted
You niggas faking I bet it be scripted
Ain't wanna twist him, but he insisted
I had to risk it, but look I did it
Make it real short like a midget
Boy these bullets spinning like a fidget
I got the tool like a widget
Play with them birds play with them pigeons
Icey cold hearted
We get your section bombarded and
Then we start going retarded
We get to sparking, we don't
Argue we don't quarrel
In the water we be sharking
Police just pulled up, we out
That bitch boy we darting
Who gone really get the farthest
Aye, gyuh, aye, gyuh, aye, gyuh, aye, huh
Aye, wow, aye, fow!, aye (graalaa) huh
Aye, aye clout, aye wrist, aye, bitch, aye
Bitch aye, ayeee, aye, man

Don't ever call my shit
Mumble rap cause that
Shit make me start popping like bubble wrap
I'm only not killing niggas because
Of rap coming at
Me I might find where your brother at
And If your brother not there
Where your mother at
I say that shit to your
Face I don't mumble that
Aye, run with the work I don't fumble that
It could get cray royal rumble that, pause
Snakes on my collar it's a Gucci collar
Boy your fucking diamonds worth 2, 3 dollars
First started out tryna be like Dholla
Now a young nigga like ''whos Dholla?''
Now I got fans that'll shoot Dholla
Aye but I still fuck with you Dholla
Nigga on a level that'll bruise Dholla
Enough bout Dholla I'm changing the topic

I could be rapping bout money and bitches and
Weapons and coming straight up
Out the trenches
I'm gonna rap about shooting
And scoring the paint
I came straight up off the benches
Shout out to my arm, That shit be my alarm
A nigga in my house get caught
You know what's going on
Back with the best flow, Hit a
Nigga with the tec though
Then a nigga getting wrecked though
Draw a nigga sketch bro, Where
I'm from we neglect hoes
Where I'm from we reject hoes
Count that money make it stretch though
All this ice on my neck though
Really what do you get though, huh

I came up like fuck a bitch, kill you
You a fucking snitch
Really you a fucking bitch ain't
Popping nun ain't bussing shit
One night ain't no cuddle bitch
Leave a bitch in rubble bitch
Stay up out my business please get
Up out my bubble bitch