LP Rambo - Middle Finger lyrics
[LP Rambo - Middle Finger lyrics]
Tell these bitches hop up off my dick
I'm always ticked because niggas thought
I was a lick
So I took his chick and then broke
Her heart that bitch not shit
You not shit either tried to rob
You saw you ain't got shit
You ain't really street got no heat
You do not pop shit money road
On the money road boy you can not stop this
If it's beef, then it's beef
Nigga we will not drop this
Mixed match designer with this ice
Man you cannot top this
Smoking Grinch twins, heard you hit mid
Niggas stealing style like my
Shit's a gimmick
Gimmick infringe, they just mimmick
Stuck at 20 plays cause you not rhythmic
You is too pussy to be with the big kids
Naw I ain't take your bitch but my drip did
If I die I won't RIP for shit kid
Cause I got business unfinished
Like a snippet
Naw I ain't fuck your bitch but my wrist did
And a nigga got her pussy dripping liquid
Kick a nigga out his life get evicted
They don't talk to me no more
Cause I'm a sick kid
Can't get lifted cause my life restricted
And, all you gotta know is that I did shit
Minds conflicted
Over which diamonds I should
Put on this wrist
Tryna strip my pockets got it twsited
Tell these bitches hop up off my dick
I'm always ticked because niggas thought
I was a lick
So I took his chick and then broke
Her heart that bitch not shit
You not shit either tried to rob
You saw you ain't got shit
You ain't really street got no heat
You do not pop shit money road
On the money road boy you can not stop this
If it's beef, then it's beef
Nigga we will not drop this
Mixed match designer with this ice
Man you cannot top this
I'm always ticked because niggas thought
I was a lick
So I took his chick and then broke
Her heart that bitch not shit
You not shit either tried to rob
You saw you ain't got shit
You ain't really street got no heat
You do not pop shit money road
On the money road boy you can not stop this
If it's beef, then it's beef
Nigga we will not drop this
Mixed match designer with this ice
Man you cannot top this
Smoking Grinch twins, heard you hit mid
Niggas stealing style like my
Shit's a gimmick
Gimmick infringe, they just mimmick
Stuck at 20 plays cause you not rhythmic
You is too pussy to be with the big kids
Naw I ain't take your bitch but my drip did
If I die I won't RIP for shit kid
Cause I got business unfinished
Like a snippet
Naw I ain't fuck your bitch but my wrist did
And a nigga got her pussy dripping liquid
Kick a nigga out his life get evicted
They don't talk to me no more
Cause I'm a sick kid
Can't get lifted cause my life restricted
And, all you gotta know is that I did shit
Minds conflicted
Over which diamonds I should
Put on this wrist
Tryna strip my pockets got it twsited
Tell these bitches hop up off my dick
I'm always ticked because niggas thought
I was a lick
So I took his chick and then broke
Her heart that bitch not shit
You not shit either tried to rob
You saw you ain't got shit
You ain't really street got no heat
You do not pop shit money road
On the money road boy you can not stop this
If it's beef, then it's beef
Nigga we will not drop this
Mixed match designer with this ice
Man you cannot top this