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Track: Rambo.
Album: TRAPSOUL.
Artist: Bryson Tiller.
Producer: Syk Sense.
Label: RCA Records.
Released: 2nd October 2015.
Genre: R&B/Soul.

Lyrics:

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

Yeah!

- Instrument -

Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo',
No 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 because 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 home run,
Watch him hit it, that's a home run,
I ain't playin' wit' you nigga's,
I'm a true (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, gotta 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 putting on a show just like Dave, I'm Chappelle,
They ain't make it in the credits, imma tell them oh well!
Tell Steve, don't let no more bitches in
the hotel,
Niggas gotta get the work, girl unless you
gon' twerk something,
While I lay this verse on em'.
Damn this lifestyle got a lot of perks on it,
I'm just saying nigga!
(Young Tiller)

Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo'!
No 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 because I can though!

This ain't temporary, I've been out here letting them know,
New cat, years later, best as 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 though,
She chose me over him, cause he was so regular, oh,
He was so regular, I'm like a butler, getting this 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 tryna 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!

This is not, this is not,
This is not a motherf-,
A motherfucking game,
This-this is not, this is not this is, this is not,
a motherfucking game,
why you playin' boy?

I'm just saying boy,

Tiller!