| When you’re pushed, killing’s as easy as breathing
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| Helluva Beats
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| I’m a renegade, trappin' out the bando
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| All I do is ball, bitch you know I got handles
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| Gettin' to the cake, nigga, blow you like a candle
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| Ready when it’s war time, stockin' up my ammo
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| Don’t make me go Rambo, oh, oh, oh
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| Rambo, oh, oh, oh
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| Don’t make me go Rambo, oh, oh, oh
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| Rambo, oh, oh, oh
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| Why the fuck you playin', ho? |
| Don’t make me go Rambo
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| Pull up on your block, have you runnin' out your sandals
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| You know where I be, bitch, you know where I am, ho
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| You really want these problems, you don’t stand a chance though
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| All they do is watch me, I should have a channel
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| By this time next month, I should have a Lambo
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| He tryna put a Presi on me, this shit is a scandal
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| He might go brazy if I let him get a sample
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| All these bitches hatin' on me, stockin' up my ammo
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| You playin' with your life, fam, why you wanna gamble?
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| All these bitches hatin' on me, stockin' up my ammo
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| Y’all gon' fuck around and make Molly go Rambo |