(Lyrics-Written by Rvrcuboy)

(Rvrcuboy laughs)

Yeah me and my model bitch pop out in France
Brand new car bitch hop out a Chrysler 
They knew the kid been up tryna be me
Turnin dis sprite to a bloody 4OUR
Brand new bitch keep it on the low
That nigga mad he can’t pay for a feat
Where I grew up they told me my talent a fee

Stackin up my racks been bigger than yours
Can’t wait to hop inna big body Urus
They gon see the lil nigga they doubted since /22 huh
Now I’m a yung boss bitch I’m a stunna
Bullets keep flying they think it’s a war
But me and my niggas tot glocks with switches 

(Pop pop pop)

Now deeh niggas they walk around with all they chains tucked
They know a nigga like me can pull up and take the chain
Yeah in the hood they know my name 
Walk around with the gun on my hip (insane)
Ian scared to pull out machetes huh

They gon think I’m muhfucking Rambo 
Ye this draco make a nigga tango
Riding ‘round Presidential in a motherfucking Royce 

Royce

Rambo (darwinfvr x leb0swrld)

Rvrcuboy