RBS Rambo - Choppa (feat. RayBandz)

Choppa with a beam and that bitch got a scope
If a nigga run up on me imma aim it at his throat
I rock Gucci head to toe on my way to cop some more
I be ballin like im kobe number 8 with the fro yeah
Choppa with a beam and that bitch got a scope
If a nigga run up on me imma aim it at his throat
I rock Gucci head to toe on my way to cop some more
I be ballin like im kobe number 8 with the fro yeah

Ok im back on my grind tell that lil hoe I do not have the time
Cant get better than me you already know that im one of a kind
Any girl I fuck with bad nothing less than a dime
Blowing up my phone bitch you must be outta ya mind
Making money moves on a paper chase gotta keep a steady pace don't try to diss me boy I run up in ya place
Kick down the door get on the floor where is the safe feeling like im Tayk man im bout to do the race
Free that lor nigga man I hope he beat the case diamonds dancing on my fucking neck they floating out of space
Balenciaga on my feet and you know they got know lace you will never catch me slipping up my sleeve that's a ace
And I gotta keep that 40 cal on me just in case everytime you see me that shit goin be right there on my waste
You want war I got some youngins thatll shoot you in ya face
They pop out wit glocks and choppas choppas leave ya ass erased
Ratting on your bros man you niggas a disgrace
Im just sitting back counting gwuala bout to add me up another comma
Well respected like Obama mike amiri with the prada (designer)
And if we gotta problem hope you know that I really gotta choppa with a scope and that bitch got a beam
Aint no one man army bitch im mobbing with my team yeah im a Gucci feign drip too hard im so dam clean
Draco with a drum Mariah carey make it sing
(its Rambo)

I risked it all for my brothers I did it all for my mother remiscin bout the time when all that we had was each other
Momma told me wear a rubber I hit that bitch I don't love her if you snitched you a rat now you belong in the gutter niggas softer than butter
You niggas weak im tougher nah nigga I aint stutter all a nigga did was suffer
Listen close to what a young nigga got to say you wasn't here when Ziggy got caught with the ye
You wasn't here scoota dropped life from the A (You wasn't)
Bitch I was hear when ya ass needed a place to stay wait run it back look lemme get back in my rhythm
I just bought me some balmains for the fall and they raw denim
I don't want two I need ten of em im spitting fire like its venom
This weed loud I cant hear em send my goons to go get em
That boy hot don't get near em tell my goons to get rid of em
They the type to pistol whip ya ass midfight
Them boys crazy they hijacked the plane midflight
They goin pop ya like a wheelie when its midnight
Niggas take the food right out ya mouth midbite
Pillow talking aint my cup of tea louie v's on my feet in my bag where I be if you look inside it you goin see a fucking choppa with a beam and you know that bitch extended
This shit is childs play real easy like a scrimmage we started from the bottom so we call that the beginning
They worried bout the image I be all about my spinnage lil bitch

Written by:
Julius Brown

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