LP Rambo - Twisted Runway lyrics
[LP Rambo - Twisted Runway lyrics]
When will these niggas learn?
That if I catch they mans
That mean they gone too
What did these niggas earn?
Them niggas round you
Won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway
Get popped like Bombay
Fuck round with my money
Shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy
Got these Balmains ugly
Niggas tryna find me, aye
Tell them get behind me, aye
Yes my jewelry crying, aye
Yes my choppa sighing, aye
That's a opp I'm sighting, aye
Then send choppas flying, aye
I don't mean the gun, aye
I mean the bullets biting, aye
Here comes a pistol diss track
It's what the clips be writing
Nigga think he frightening, aye
Hit his ass with lightning, aye
Diamonds on the breitling, aye
They call a freezer my bling, aye
Man these hoes be trifling, aye
Man these boys be biting, aye
When will you niggas learn?
That what I get I earned?
Boy, that's why it's my turn
Boy, that's why you a sherm!
When will these niggas learn?
That if I catch they mans
That mean they gone too
What did these niggas earn?
Them niggas round you
Won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway
Get popped like Bombay
Fuck round with my money
Shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy
Got these Balmains ugly
Boy come shop with me
I will bless you like a Pastor
Diamonds on me so yellow
I cannot hold in my bladder
Saying you got money
I cannot hold in my laughter
Me and you not the same
I'm at the end of the chapter
These niggas bite like a Raptor
It's money that I'm running after
You don't gotta be a actor
Foreign sound like a tractor
And my dope so loud
I tell it ''quiet down
What is the matter?''
Get your bitch I might snatch her
Turn your life to a disaster
Talk down i make it burn
In traffic, how fast can you make a turn?
I know you feel concerned
Nigga I came up from dealing on the curb
When will these niggas learn?
That if I catch they mans
That mean they gone too
What did these niggas earn?
Them niggas round you
Won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway
Get popped like Bombay
Fuck round with my money
Shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy
Got these Balmains ugly
That if I catch they mans
That mean they gone too
What did these niggas earn?
Them niggas round you
Won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway
Get popped like Bombay
Fuck round with my money
Shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy
Got these Balmains ugly
Niggas tryna find me, aye
Tell them get behind me, aye
Yes my jewelry crying, aye
Yes my choppa sighing, aye
That's a opp I'm sighting, aye
Then send choppas flying, aye
I don't mean the gun, aye
I mean the bullets biting, aye
Here comes a pistol diss track
It's what the clips be writing
Nigga think he frightening, aye
Hit his ass with lightning, aye
Diamonds on the breitling, aye
They call a freezer my bling, aye
Man these hoes be trifling, aye
Man these boys be biting, aye
When will you niggas learn?
That what I get I earned?
Boy, that's why it's my turn
Boy, that's why you a sherm!
When will these niggas learn?
That if I catch they mans
That mean they gone too
What did these niggas earn?
Them niggas round you
Won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway
Get popped like Bombay
Fuck round with my money
Shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy
Got these Balmains ugly
Boy come shop with me
I will bless you like a Pastor
Diamonds on me so yellow
I cannot hold in my bladder
Saying you got money
I cannot hold in my laughter
Me and you not the same
I'm at the end of the chapter
These niggas bite like a Raptor
It's money that I'm running after
You don't gotta be a actor
Foreign sound like a tractor
And my dope so loud
I tell it ''quiet down
What is the matter?''
Get your bitch I might snatch her
Turn your life to a disaster
Talk down i make it burn
In traffic, how fast can you make a turn?
I know you feel concerned
Nigga I came up from dealing on the curb
When will these niggas learn?
That if I catch they mans
That mean they gone too
What did these niggas earn?
Them niggas round you
Won't forever stay round you
We ain't running, We be all bout gun play
Caught him on he runway
Get popped like Bombay
Fuck round with my money
Shoot you straight in your face
Man these pockets puffy
Got these Balmains ugly