Southside Wholigans - Rambo

Dark times lay ahead
I ain’t even trippen man
Me and slime rise above
Escaping from the devil man
Evil past just made us last
the struggle fucken tugging man
We borderline to cross the line
To walk into our terror man
Twelve am im just looking for that drip
Trynna keep me out with a bolo stick
Laughing now with a nina on my hip
I aint stopping till I get a hundred milli
Might as well not give a fuck
And spit a hundred fifty bars
That’ll keep me jiggy
Slime gon spit another hundred trilli
Back to the crib
Now we sipping on a couple fifty’s
Rolling up packing loud
Smoking on a couple oz’s
Homie wanna kick it
But I told him
Only come thru if you got a pack of forty
Creeping out the hotbox
Eyes red
Getting ready for the mugshot
Keep ya head steady
Keep it limping
Thug walk
Ima let betty
Do the talking
Got a nina on my side
Ima let it do the robbing
Creeping out the hotbox
Eyes red
Getting ready for the mugshot
Keep ya head steady
Keep it limping
Thug walk
Ima let betty
Do the talking
Got a nina on my side
Ima let it do the robbing
Better be careful
Im that mac daddy
Got a small circle
Steaming full throttle
Got yo head on a wobble
Bout to squabble
I dont give a fuck
living like theres no tomorrow
I aint fucking with no sorrow
Vibes
Deadly conscience I ain’t borrow
Hold up wait a minute
Let me get it
Like its automatic
Got a weapon
Not a smith and wesson
Still I let em have it
Go to battle with these bars
You be looking in the stars
Yeah I got the battle scars
How I see from here to mars
I go harder than your role model
Low profile
But they still profile
Till they take me down
Keep it profound
For my legacy
Till my soul doubt
I ain't sold out
Pour my soul out
Like the syrup in my cup now
Give no fuck now
I be rolling round
Till the sun down
Keep the guns out
Give no love now
Cause my love out
Hit you with a left and a right Hook
Cook you up like hibachi
Im itachi
Leave your mind shook
Run it up
If you try me
Get demolished
Like I drop knowledge
I Aint fucking with the nonsense
Pay homage
Till my body dead in a coffin
Slimey solid
Go the mileage
I'm not stopping till I'm popping Bottle popping

Written by:
Rico Jitt, Wholigan Slime

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