LP Rambo - On They Ass! lyrics

Niggas ain't doing shit for
Theyself on they ass
If the police come I'm drifting
Myself on the dash
Catch me on the fucking back
Road counting up the cash
All I do is the green weed
Man I don't do tabs
Nigga tryna rob any Rambo
Have him looking bad
Send a couple shells at your
Shell yo' looking ass
Lotta niggas said Fuck 6 but
They took it back
Getting money oh my fucking god
Y'all ain't good at that

If Plan A don't do it, I got B to Z
She woke up with you in your
Bed but she leave with me
Pull up on a boy like paparazzi TMZ
RG ENT, Don't come in peace no E and T
I got real big stats, flexing on they ass
All my niggas wild they have
Parties like they frats
We get money that's a fact got
A lot of truth to that
At my door like ''Where you at'' I'm
Thinking who the fuck is that
I just though about where I came from
That place is so dangerous
Came up real so no money couldn't change us
Even when I'm famous catch me with a banger
Cause the rap game dumb
Cannot make me change up

Niggas ain't doing shit for
Theyself on they ass
If the police come I'm drifting
Myself on the dash
Catch me on the fucking back
Road counting up the cash
All I do is the green weed
Man I don't do tabs
Nigga tryna rob any Rambo
Have him looking bad
Send a couple shells at your
Shell yo' looking ass
Lotta niggas said Fuck 6 but
They took it back
Getting money oh my fucking god
Y'all ain't good at that

I'ma save her yes like Danny Glover
I remember in the trap house
Had my granny over
I am off the earth right now
And I cannot get any sober
She text LP Rambo say she
Home alone I'm headed over
What's my name baby wear it
Out let's hear it now
Showed that bitch a hunnit thou she
Said you scare me now
Money talk they hear me now I
Know they hear me now
Weed stink They hear it now
That shit is very loud
All i ever wanted was a 2-2
But I went loose screw as
Soon as they killed 2wo
Wireless metal choppa bluetooth
I'm tryna hit you too cause
You been acting fufu

Niggas ain't doing shit for
Theyself on they ass
If the police come I'm drifting
Myself on the dash
Catch me on the fucking back
Road counting up the cash
All I do is the green weed
Man I don't do tabs
Nigga tryna rob any Rambo
Have him looking bad
Send a couple shells at your
Shell yo' looking ass
Lotta niggas said Fuck 6 but
They took it back
Getting money oh my fucking god
Y'all ain't good at that