KB The General - Rambo Lyrics

I need more Ammo
Got a nigga feeling like Rambo
Imma bout to blow out the candle
To much to handle
Too much to handle
Niggas ain't ready for the man
Nobody want to run up
Get dismantled Bitch I want salad Caesar
Shawty undressing
I need my toppings like pizza
Please
The dick in your mouth
And you better not take it out
Tryna come up for no breathers either Cold Ice wet freezer
Hoes like that D I Cum on her shirt
Now go hit the cleaners
Bag up another one soon as i leave her No I don't not f*ck wit them either
I just be counting my cheese up Woah
You should go pray to the preacher
Ohhhh
You gotta pay for a feature

You gotta wait on your turn
Stop think
You better learn
No it is not your concern
But if don't pick up the lesson
Then you gone get burned
Heat to your head
It's feeling like perm
You a disease nigga you a germ
Niggaz stay grounded call me big warm
So I'm addressing em firm
No
You ain't been talking bout shit
Claiming that street life you a bitch
You ain't never really up in the mix
All of these women and you wit a 6
I need a 8 9 or a 10
Letting some shits out for your friend
Taking them L's and you ain't never win
You in the deep side can you swim
Drowning them niggaz
I don't be counting on niggaz
I just be focused on figures
You see the riddle
Huh nigga you little
Don't get caught up in the middle
All you needing is a hoodie and skittles
Bitch it's raining don't be looking for drizzle
Damn I'm hoping that you packing a pistol
You can get hit wit a missile
They make it look simple

I need more Ammo
Got a nigga feeling like Rambo
Imma bout to blow out the candle
To much to handle
Too much to handle
Niggas ain't ready for the man
Nobody want to run up
Get dismantled Bitch I want salad Caesar
Shawty undressing
I need my toppings like pizza
Please
The dick in your mouth
And you better not take it out
Tryna come up for no breathers either Cold Ice wet freezer
Hoes like that D I Cum on her shirt
Now go hit the cleaners
Bag up another one soon as i leave her No I don't not f*ck wit them either
I just be counting my cheese up Woah
You should go pray to the preacher
Ohhhh
You gotta pay for a feature

Best of the Best come and challenge the mister
I rip a hole in any Nigga begging to differ
My wits spit cleaner then a mouth full of Listerine bubble guts I am the shit bruh
I got to shit on these niggas in the pot that I piss I throw them out the window with the title they fixed up
Was gone for a minute
Now I'm back in the picture
Nigga what don't trip the jig's up
Pick up and roll
Like the hook King rolling a swisher
Better yet a backwood
It's a wrap when we Pack woods
Y'all niggas ain't ready for the shit that we got Brewing
Miyagi with the flow
Wax on
Wax off
Back off you jack offs
You all pussy
Probably whack off what is strap-on in your back door
3D I pack more punches than the amount of money your city gets taxed for
At War with you Uncle Sam niggas
Took away my fam but I still stand
With my little man and the heat of the beat Dancing in the street
To the T. One 0. double N. 3D.
Flow unique
If you peep what I speak
I be keeping it 100 each
And everyday of the week
Rappers try but can never compete
Murdered by the Rhythm and Melody
That I be (automatic weapon sound) on
Going in heavily

I need more Ammo
Got a nigga feeling like Rambo
Imma bout to blow out the candle
To much to handle
Too much to handle
Niggas ain't ready for the man
Nobody want to run up
Get dismantled Bitch I want salad Caesar
Shawty undressing
I need my toppings like pizza
Please
The dick in your mouth
And you better not take it out
Tryna come up for no breathers either Cold Ice wet freezer
Hoes like that D I Cum on her shirt
Now go hit the cleaners
Bag up another one soon as i leave her No I don't not f*ck wit them either
I just be counting my cheese up Woah
You should go pray to the preacher
Ohhhh
You gotta pay for a feature