Imagine a youngin runnin and gunnin ridin in a Benz they see how im coming
Now all of sudden I got hella friends
I'm kicking shit like I punt you woulda thought that I played for the skins
No time for rushing unless it's for that money then it depends
A nigga was thumbing through a band of them hunnits got tired of tens
A nigga was bumbin who would thought that a nigga be f*cking on twins
We come out the dungeon I pray that the lord pardon all my sins
We come out the dungeon I pray to the lord this money never ends
Lemme slow it down this for my niggas that's in the ground
If you wasn't roun don't even think about calling now
They loving the way im finessin my words smoking on gas
Got me high as a bird team full of shootas like I'm Steve Kerr
Game 7 I won that I been there I done that if we find out
That you a rat then best believe you can't comeback no cap whatcha goin do
With a boss like me ya nigga never drip sauce like me
Name another nigga that you know that'll shake back from a loss like me you can't
Put ya bitch in fendi now she cuter than a button I done heard it all
I think I had enough of the bluffin
Burnin niggas up m flow be hotter than a oven
I got killas in the 6 im talking half a dozen
Running to the pack nigga bout to go get it I aint gotta lie
I'll tell you when I did it love all my niggas if I gotta
Imma split it niggas turn they back on you
They say good riddance Dam
I'm a lil cocky yeah I can admit it I hated school but I always loved counting digits
Hit my money dance when a nigga count them bands
Let a bitch f*ck me over can't give her a chance
Niggas a plot to kill you right after they shake ya hand
Calling me out about a bitch but her hand in my pants
Every time im in the booth I be spitting straight fire roll me up another blunt
Cause im tryna get higher
Devil tryna steal my soul cause im a sole survivor if that bitch said
I f*cked her that bitch is a liar I said goodbye to her never replied to her
Bury all my enemies we forget em like memories we left em all in February
So we call that black history
Nigga the way this glock popping you would think that it was ten of me
The way this acc hit me you would think im drinking Hennessey
Imagine a youngin runnin and gunnin ridin in a Benz
They see how im coming now all of sudden I got hella friends
I'm kicking shit like I punt you woulda thought that I played for the skins
No time for rushing unless it's for that money then it depends
A nigga was thumbing through a band of them hunnits got tired of tens
A nigga was bumbin who would thought that a nigga be f*cking on twins
We come out the dungeon I pray that the lord pardon all my sins
We came up from nothing I pray to the lord this money never ends
Going to work on you niggas in my suit and tie we get the job done
No matter what this do or die
Aint got no trust in ya niggas you wondering who goin ride
When I f*cked ya bitch I made her scream cream ooh and ahh
Call me the dollar general between her legs like an interval hit her
From the back while im hitting higher pinnacles don't make me get physical
Ya condition going be critical plus all my niggas criminals 6 feet under
With the minerals disrespect you gotta die that's the principle
I see the all the bullshit through these fendi glasses my trust so f*cked up
That I don't do second chances
Like sway you niggas never got the answers the bitch was born in late July
And we don't f*ck with cancers
My chains be f*ckin it up doing these diamond dances rocking the dice
Then I roll shit goin happen that you cannot control
Like the time judge had gave me parole red beam on his face
Like a mole cross the line then you gah pay a toll
Getting rich is the primary goal check this out
I done sold me a hunnit dimes
I done wrote me a hunnit rhymes
I done cashed out a hunnit times
My niggas committed a hunnit crimes
Why they hating I don't understand maybe
Cause I got the upper hand stuff the knot in a rubber band
Rubber band rubber band
They lit em up for a couple grand mommas crying
They don't give a dam gotta kill they snakes in the sand
I do what I want cause im the man
Foreign fabric flooded the patek feeling magic
Fendi fanatic nigga want static catch em in traffic
My niggas dramatic shit goin get tragic
Letting off 21 shots and I aint savage really be dragging really be dragging
Imagine a youngin runnin and gunnin ridin in a Benz
They see how im coming now all of sudden I got hella friends
I'm kicking shit like I punt you woulda thought that I played for the skins no time for Rushing unless it's for that money iight then it depends
A nigga was thumbin through a band of them hunnits got tired of tens
A nigga was bumbin who would thought that a nigga be f*cking on twins
We come out the dungeon I pray that the lord pardon all my sins
We come out the dungeon I pray to the lord this money never ends
RBS Rambo - One Take It Freestyle Lyrics
RBS Rambo - One Take It Freestyle Lyrics
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Imagine a youngin runnin and gunnin ridin in a Benz they see how im coming
Now all of sudden I got hella friends
I'm kicking shit like I punt you woulda thought that I played for the skins
No time for rushing unless it's for that money then it depends
A nigga was thumbing through a band of them hunnits got tired of tens
A nigga was bumbin who would thought that a nigga be f*cking on twins
We come out the dungeon I pray that the lord pardon all my sins
We come out the dungeon I pray to the lord this money never ends
Lemme slow it down this for my niggas that's in the ground
If you wasn't roun don't even think about calling now
They loving the way im finessin my words smoking on gas
Got me high as a bird team full of shootas like I'm Steve Kerr
Game 7 I won that I been there I done that if we find out
That you a rat then best believe you can't comeback no cap whatcha goin do
With a boss like me ya nigga never drip sauce like me
Name another nigga that you know that'll shake back from a loss like me you can't
Put ya bitch in fendi now she cuter than a button I done heard it all
I think I had enough of the bluffin
Burnin niggas up m flow be hotter than a oven
I got killas in the 6 im talking half a dozen
Running to the pack nigga bout to go get it I aint gotta lie
I'll tell you when I did it love all my niggas if I gotta
Imma split it niggas turn they back on you
They say good riddance Dam
I'm a lil cocky yeah I can admit it I hated school but I always loved counting digits
Hit my money dance when a nigga count them bands
Let a bitch f*ck me over can't give her a chance
Niggas a plot to kill you right after they shake ya hand
Calling me out about a bitch but her hand in my pants
Every time im in the booth I be spitting straight fire roll me up another blunt
Cause im tryna get higher
Devil tryna steal my soul cause im a sole survivor if that bitch said
I f*cked her that bitch is a liar I said goodbye to her never replied to her
Bury all my enemies we forget em like memories we left em all in February
So we call that black history
Nigga the way this glock popping you would think that it was ten of me
The way this acc hit me you would think im drinking Hennessey
Imagine a youngin runnin and gunnin ridin in a Benz
They see how im coming now all of sudden I got hella friends
I'm kicking shit like I punt you woulda thought that I played for the skins
No time for rushing unless it's for that money then it depends
A nigga was thumbing through a band of them hunnits got tired of tens
A nigga was bumbin who would thought that a nigga be f*cking on twins
We come out the dungeon I pray that the lord pardon all my sins
We came up from nothing I pray to the lord this money never ends
Going to work on you niggas in my suit and tie we get the job done
No matter what this do or die
Aint got no trust in ya niggas you wondering who goin ride
When I f*cked ya bitch I made her scream cream ooh and ahh
Call me the dollar general between her legs like an interval hit her
From the back while im hitting higher pinnacles don't make me get physical
Ya condition going be critical plus all my niggas criminals 6 feet under
With the minerals disrespect you gotta die that's the principle
I see the all the bullshit through these fendi glasses my trust so f*cked up
That I don't do second chances
Like sway you niggas never got the answers the bitch was born in late July
And we don't f*ck with cancers
My chains be f*ckin it up doing these diamond dances rocking the dice
Then I roll shit goin happen that you cannot control
Like the time judge had gave me parole red beam on his face
Like a mole cross the line then you gah pay a toll
Getting rich is the primary goal check this out
I done sold me a hunnit dimes
I done wrote me a hunnit rhymes
I done cashed out a hunnit times
My niggas committed a hunnit crimes
Why they hating I don't understand maybe
Cause I got the upper hand stuff the knot in a rubber band
Rubber band rubber band
They lit em up for a couple grand mommas crying
They don't give a dam gotta kill they snakes in the sand
I do what I want cause im the man
Foreign fabric flooded the patek feeling magic
Fendi fanatic nigga want static catch em in traffic
My niggas dramatic shit goin get tragic
Letting off 21 shots and I aint savage really be dragging really be dragging
Imagine a youngin runnin and gunnin ridin in a Benz
They see how im coming now all of sudden I got hella friends
I'm kicking shit like I punt you woulda thought that I played for the skins no time for Rushing unless it's for that money iight then it depends
A nigga was thumbin through a band of them hunnits got tired of tens
A nigga was bumbin who would thought that a nigga be f*cking on twins
We come out the dungeon I pray that the lord pardon all my sins
We come out the dungeon I pray to the lord this money never ends
Now all of sudden I got hella friends
I'm kicking shit like I punt you woulda thought that I played for the skins
No time for rushing unless it's for that money then it depends
A nigga was thumbing through a band of them hunnits got tired of tens
A nigga was bumbin who would thought that a nigga be f*cking on twins
We come out the dungeon I pray that the lord pardon all my sins
We come out the dungeon I pray to the lord this money never ends
Lemme slow it down this for my niggas that's in the ground
If you wasn't roun don't even think about calling now
They loving the way im finessin my words smoking on gas
Got me high as a bird team full of shootas like I'm Steve Kerr
Game 7 I won that I been there I done that if we find out
That you a rat then best believe you can't comeback no cap whatcha goin do
With a boss like me ya nigga never drip sauce like me
Name another nigga that you know that'll shake back from a loss like me you can't
Put ya bitch in fendi now she cuter than a button I done heard it all
I think I had enough of the bluffin
Burnin niggas up m flow be hotter than a oven
I got killas in the 6 im talking half a dozen
Running to the pack nigga bout to go get it I aint gotta lie
I'll tell you when I did it love all my niggas if I gotta
Imma split it niggas turn they back on you
They say good riddance Dam
I'm a lil cocky yeah I can admit it I hated school but I always loved counting digits
Hit my money dance when a nigga count them bands
Let a bitch f*ck me over can't give her a chance
Niggas a plot to kill you right after they shake ya hand
Calling me out about a bitch but her hand in my pants
Every time im in the booth I be spitting straight fire roll me up another blunt
Cause im tryna get higher
Devil tryna steal my soul cause im a sole survivor if that bitch said
I f*cked her that bitch is a liar I said goodbye to her never replied to her
Bury all my enemies we forget em like memories we left em all in February
So we call that black history
Nigga the way this glock popping you would think that it was ten of me
The way this acc hit me you would think im drinking Hennessey
Imagine a youngin runnin and gunnin ridin in a Benz
They see how im coming now all of sudden I got hella friends
I'm kicking shit like I punt you woulda thought that I played for the skins
No time for rushing unless it's for that money then it depends
A nigga was thumbing through a band of them hunnits got tired of tens
A nigga was bumbin who would thought that a nigga be f*cking on twins
We come out the dungeon I pray that the lord pardon all my sins
We came up from nothing I pray to the lord this money never ends
Going to work on you niggas in my suit and tie we get the job done
No matter what this do or die
Aint got no trust in ya niggas you wondering who goin ride
When I f*cked ya bitch I made her scream cream ooh and ahh
Call me the dollar general between her legs like an interval hit her
From the back while im hitting higher pinnacles don't make me get physical
Ya condition going be critical plus all my niggas criminals 6 feet under
With the minerals disrespect you gotta die that's the principle
I see the all the bullshit through these fendi glasses my trust so f*cked up
That I don't do second chances
Like sway you niggas never got the answers the bitch was born in late July
And we don't f*ck with cancers
My chains be f*ckin it up doing these diamond dances rocking the dice
Then I roll shit goin happen that you cannot control
Like the time judge had gave me parole red beam on his face
Like a mole cross the line then you gah pay a toll
Getting rich is the primary goal check this out
I done sold me a hunnit dimes
I done wrote me a hunnit rhymes
I done cashed out a hunnit times
My niggas committed a hunnit crimes
Why they hating I don't understand maybe
Cause I got the upper hand stuff the knot in a rubber band
Rubber band rubber band
They lit em up for a couple grand mommas crying
They don't give a dam gotta kill they snakes in the sand
I do what I want cause im the man
Foreign fabric flooded the patek feeling magic
Fendi fanatic nigga want static catch em in traffic
My niggas dramatic shit goin get tragic
Letting off 21 shots and I aint savage really be dragging really be dragging
Imagine a youngin runnin and gunnin ridin in a Benz
They see how im coming now all of sudden I got hella friends
I'm kicking shit like I punt you woulda thought that I played for the skins no time for Rushing unless it's for that money iight then it depends
A nigga was thumbin through a band of them hunnits got tired of tens
A nigga was bumbin who would thought that a nigga be f*cking on twins
We come out the dungeon I pray that the lord pardon all my sins
We come out the dungeon I pray to the lord this money never ends
Writer: Julius Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid