Soulja Boy - Rambo lyrics
[Soulja Boy - Rambo lyrics]
Got them choppers on deck, just like Rambo
Two pistols on my hip, I got ammo
My young niggas shoot straight
Through the peephole
In the club with them bottles of the Clicquot
Rambo, Rambo
In the club with them choppers like I'm Rambo
In the club, poppin' bottles of the Clicquot
Rambo, Rambo
Two choppers on me, like I'm Rambo
My young niggas
They shoot shit straight through the peephole
In the club with ten bottles of the Clicquot
I got dope runnin' through from
West to East Coast and my young niggas shoot
You like a free-throw
He shoot at your people
All these guns in the trap, man
We shoot niggas up
All these choppers in this van
When we pullin' up
Drive by in the Lamborghini, them niggas
They stinkin' my niggas, we blingin'
The fuck is you thinkin'?
My niggas, we leanin'
Shout out to my team cause we schemin'
Fifty K in on the weekend my niggas anemic
We shoppin' at Neiman's
I hit the club, and I make it rain
Two Glocks up on me, like I'm Max Payne
Shoulda strap with the chopper
I got that chopper, mane
Take this shit to war, take this shit so far
Hop up out the whip, dressed in camo
Choppers on my shoulder, like I'm Rambo
I got them choppers in the Lambo
Hop up out my whip, click-clack bam, ho
Ready for war, anytime, anyplace
We shoot at your face we catchin' the case
Then we beatin' the case
We dumpin' your body, it's off in the lake
I'm pumpin the brakes
I'm smokin' that gas with no brakes
We up in the money, you late
You talkin' that shit, then the bullets
They hittin' your face
Two pistols on my hip, I got ammo
My young niggas shoot straight
Through the peephole
In the club with them bottles of the Clicquot
Rambo, Rambo
In the club with them choppers like I'm Rambo
In the club, poppin' bottles of the Clicquot
Rambo, Rambo
Two choppers on me, like I'm Rambo
My young niggas
They shoot shit straight through the peephole
In the club with ten bottles of the Clicquot
I got dope runnin' through from
West to East Coast and my young niggas shoot
You like a free-throw
He shoot at your people
All these guns in the trap, man
We shoot niggas up
All these choppers in this van
When we pullin' up
Drive by in the Lamborghini, them niggas
They stinkin' my niggas, we blingin'
The fuck is you thinkin'?
My niggas, we leanin'
Shout out to my team cause we schemin'
Fifty K in on the weekend my niggas anemic
We shoppin' at Neiman's
I hit the club, and I make it rain
Two Glocks up on me, like I'm Max Payne
Shoulda strap with the chopper
I got that chopper, mane
Take this shit to war, take this shit so far
Hop up out the whip, dressed in camo
Choppers on my shoulder, like I'm Rambo
I got them choppers in the Lambo
Hop up out my whip, click-clack bam, ho
Ready for war, anytime, anyplace
We shoot at your face we catchin' the case
Then we beatin' the case
We dumpin' your body, it's off in the lake
I'm pumpin the brakes
I'm smokin' that gas with no brakes
We up in the money, you late
You talkin' that shit, then the bullets
They hittin' your face