DDG - Rambo lyrics
DDG [Darryl Granberry Jr.] Pontiac, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DDG - Rambo lyrics]
Two ho in the Lambo'
Neck, wrist lit like candle
She gon' pop like ammo
A bad bitch, I'm Rambo
Sing my shit like Vandross
I got stripes like flannel
I got extra ammo, I'm Rambo
Drop, give me ten glock, extend
Top down, yuh, goddamn drop, give me ten
Glock, extend top down, yuh, goddamn
Whole lot of shit I can't talk about
I made an M on my mama house
Driftin' a Lamb' on a roundabout
Speedin', I'm speedin'
Don't think that I'm slowin' down
Can't beef with niggas that's under me
That nigga really a son to me
You fight with your bitch and she run to me
She pullin' up
Put the dick where her tummy be
I'll fly her in first, not economy
If she a ten
I need a GRAMMY, not nominee, I wanna win
These niggas gimmicks, a wannabе
They only pretend
I'm gеttin' money like constantly
They keep comin' in (Uh)
Pop shit (Shit) audemar on my wrist (Wrist)
Audemar on my bitch, I just swipe my card
I don't know what I spent
I dropped ten bands like it's nothin'
Then check my account and see no difference
(Cash) i got the big bands, no budget
I moved to LA and been rich ever since (Rich)
Huh, I got the drip (Drip, drip)
I got a lot (Lot, lot)
Niggas'll talk down on the game
But they know we on top (yeah)
Ain't stickin' to one sound
They keep tryna put me in a box (yeah)
He went for a touchdown
'til I pull up and go Randy Moss
Two ho in the Lambo'
Neck, wrist lit like candle
She gon' pop like ammo
A bad bitch, I'm Rambo
Sing my shit like Vandross
I got stripes like flannel
I got extra ammo, I'm Rambo
Drop, give me ten (Ten)
Glock, extend (Extend)
Top down, yuh, goddamn (Goddamn)
Drop, give me ten (Ten)
Glock, extend (Extend)
Top down, yuh, goddamn (yeah)
Neck, wrist lit like candle
She gon' pop like ammo
A bad bitch, I'm Rambo
Sing my shit like Vandross
I got stripes like flannel
I got extra ammo, I'm Rambo
Drop, give me ten glock, extend
Top down, yuh, goddamn drop, give me ten
Glock, extend top down, yuh, goddamn
Whole lot of shit I can't talk about
I made an M on my mama house
Driftin' a Lamb' on a roundabout
Speedin', I'm speedin'
Don't think that I'm slowin' down
Can't beef with niggas that's under me
That nigga really a son to me
You fight with your bitch and she run to me
She pullin' up
Put the dick where her tummy be
I'll fly her in first, not economy
If she a ten
I need a GRAMMY, not nominee, I wanna win
These niggas gimmicks, a wannabе
They only pretend
I'm gеttin' money like constantly
They keep comin' in (Uh)
Pop shit (Shit) audemar on my wrist (Wrist)
Audemar on my bitch, I just swipe my card
I don't know what I spent
I dropped ten bands like it's nothin'
Then check my account and see no difference
(Cash) i got the big bands, no budget
I moved to LA and been rich ever since (Rich)
Huh, I got the drip (Drip, drip)
I got a lot (Lot, lot)
Niggas'll talk down on the game
But they know we on top (yeah)
Ain't stickin' to one sound
They keep tryna put me in a box (yeah)
He went for a touchdown
'til I pull up and go Randy Moss
Two ho in the Lambo'
Neck, wrist lit like candle
She gon' pop like ammo
A bad bitch, I'm Rambo
Sing my shit like Vandross
I got stripes like flannel
I got extra ammo, I'm Rambo
Drop, give me ten (Ten)
Glock, extend (Extend)
Top down, yuh, goddamn (Goddamn)
Drop, give me ten (Ten)
Glock, extend (Extend)
Top down, yuh, goddamn (yeah)