Rambo Bars

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine] What's up nigga? Machine bitch, look Hold up Shotty pup, bodies drop Broad day Fuck who outside let everybody watch Might start robbing niggas, take everybody's watch Watch, these niggas got' respect me or they're getting shot I’m your favorite rapper's nightmare Candyman, say my name on your records nigga I'm right there Now they're quite scared Knife slice through your windpipe there Leave your windpipe with a slight tear Got your blood on my Yeezy, the orange stripe pair I'm only here to apply pressure and strike fear In the heart of these fuck niggas, what's up nigga? You already know you can't fuck with us Shooters with red rags on like Rambo Get guns drumming 'til they're out of ammo Wig shot, blow out your candle Hide a nigga dead body right inside the [?] Hold up [Sample] You headed north or south? (North) Aw jump in I'll make sure you're headed in the right direction [Verse 2: [?]] Ey yo it’s getting spooky for niggas And you get smoked like a loose for niggas But I'm cool Upper cut like Ryu I'm still bucking at [?] foods Spending money and I'm wavier than typhoons Hit your bitch from the side view Her pussy was sweeter than Hi-Chews Get popped through the drive-thru Your bitch told me the ice cream machine was down So I drove around and shot the manager, I panicked I was famished so I went and got a chicken sandwich Dammit Then we spent out Back to the crib with the shag rug and pimp couch I watched SpongeBob for six hours The bitch mad cause she say I made her miss Power I cussed her out with some lit sour These shows don't be on shit don't miss ours This a style from my fifth album I'm on ten get your shit but bitch You can pop with his friends and them it depends how I'm feeling [Sample] Why are you pushing me? (What did you say?) I said why are you pushing me I haven't done anything to you (First of all I ask the questions) [Verse 3: [?]] Hey yo these new niggas I don't understand them I'm from the [?] Smack DVDs an alternate breed Never could I be a trashy nigga for figures Hell I figured being the realest the only route Puffing an ounce bumping down and out Thinking damn how did Pam get the Lambo? A ghetto power with passion to say more I upped the ticket on the art like say more And now niggas pay me shit ain't no places I can't go Paid the dues with interest I'm on some G shit I kept it humble throughout the travels Now I'm free from the shackles This rapper shit I will tackle Put that on the power that we pay to our tabernacles Grind 'til I cop the castle Counting cash ain't a hassle Me that leaves sixty to pass through shit It's quite apparent that I never panic My niggas focused like they're Ford branded From the hood to where its hot and sandy Shit I pray I see the pearly gates before I hit the pearly gates I can't go out like I'm Mase Dare a nigga lay a hand on my sage I ain't having it I earned my paper boy Might have caught me in Atlanta fooling them And it's me and the coalition commission All my niggas was president except for Swisher and Nixon Speaking of Swisher let me get back into the twisting And now we turn while you niggas listen Listen [Sample] Did he kill them all? I could have told you [?] the law Out here its me Don't push it Don't push it, I'll give you a war you'll pay for Let it go Let it go