Letra de 'Rambo' de Bryson Tiller

This, this is, this is not, this, this is not, this, this is not a motherfuck-
A motherfucking game, motherfucker
This is not, this is, this is not a motherfucking game
Why you playin', boy?
I'm just saying, boy, yeah

Yep, Rambo
They begging for mercy like the Lambo
Know they told me, "Kill them all", goddamn, though
I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though
On two feet, that's where I stand though
I'm a true fucking killer like Rambo
No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo
Nigga, I just kill 'em 'cause I can, though

I'm as humble as they come
But you're fucking with the wrong one
Boy, you're fucking with the wrong one
This' that new Pen Griffey, watch that nigga get a homerun
Watch him hit it, that's a homerun
I ain't playin' with you nigga's
I'm a true Louis Villain
I'm the realest, they acrylic
Fuck them niggas if they doubt it
Say I'm flippin' up, but so is a money counter
I've been getting up, 'bout pay my self allowance
And I save it like the bell, I can't take no more L's
The day I sell my soul, that's the day I go to hell
Been puttin' on a show, just like Dave, I'm Chappelle
They ain't make it in the credits, I'ma tell 'em, "Oh, well!"
Tell Steve, don't let no more bitches in the hotel
Niggas gotta get the work, girl, unless you gon' twerk somethin'
While I lay this verse on em'
Damn, this lifestyle got a lot of perks on it
I'm just saying, nigga
Young Tiller

Yep, Rambo
They begging for mercy like the Lambo
Know they told me, "Kill them all", goddamn, though
I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though
On two feet, that's where I stand though
I'm a true fucking killer like Rambo
No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo
Nigga, I just kill 'em 'cause I can, though

This ain't temporary, I've been out here letting them know
New cat, years later, best Sylvester Stallone
I've been working hard, I've been doing better, ya know
Peep the freeloaders, we won't be breaking bread with them, no
She chose me over him 'cause he was so regular, oh
He was so regular, I'm like a butler getting his dough
I'm like a monster or a motherfucking Predator
Oh, na, na, na, Soldier like Contra
I don't fuck with thotties, I pass them to my partner
All gold everything, bitch, I'm Fort Knoxin'
New sports car, man, I'm new Porsche coppin'
Two door hop in, girl, you know how I spend
And I've been trying to budget my checks and the rest of my money, money
Rubber bands getting stretched with the hundreds, hundreds
M.V.P upper deck with the money, money
Don't, I make the haters upset with the money
Bitch, I'm coming 'cause

This is not, this is not a mo-, this not a mother-, a motherfucking game
This is, this is not, this is not, this is, this is not a motherfucking game
Why you playin', boy?
I'm just saying, boy
Wassup
(God Tiller!)