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lirik lagu bsg rambo - naybahood anthem

[intro]
yeah, it beezy, n~gga
west side rollin’, n~gga
baby neighborhood, what’s up, n~gga?
ayy, yeah, ayy

[chorus]
i put that drop in the chop’ and it gave it a stutter (what?), lil’ bro wearin’ gloves like usher
we post on the block with them crips, f~ck busters (buddy), blue flag we bangin’, no other
it’s beezy (huh?), i cannot kick it with suckers and they see this sh~t bigger than muscles (yeah)
i post at the show with them members, don’t touch me (santana on the— what?), you must ain’t heard about buddy (it who?)

[verse 1]
it’s beezy, i point him out and we flush him (flush him), bk so crip, he need crutches
i know some cg come k!ll you ’bout nothin’ (rollin’), scope on the back like i’m huntin’
i’m screamin’ out, “rollin'” while i’m thumbin’ through money (crip), you can tеll that i’m crip by these hundreds
last opp trippеd, he got wrapped like a mummy (tripped), a widebody ‘cat, he try run, he a dummy
‘posed was to crash, if he make a diss, then we on his ass
he heard that drac’ ‘fore he fell (boom), all mad on his drill ’cause his partner had bro left his man (dummy)
i really f~ck with polo (‘lo), make him go dig up that chop’ that sound like a fan (the f~ck?)
forty in dubs, i brought the money machine, but i probably count it quicker by hand (yeah)
got checks on my feet, flag on the left (rollin) and he think i’m deaf because i talk with my hands
shout out og, don’t slide on my street, he must ain’t never heard of dead end (slow)
i’m takin’ meds, keep scratchin’ my head (f~ck) ’cause i really got some dead friends
shout out to nino, tell ’em free 30, they know lil’ bruh squeeze sh~t like a can (boom, boom)
duckin’ no fade, i put this fire down (come on), i could bust you up usin’ my hand
lil’ bronem be buckin’, don’t throw your hood or nothin’ (what?), i’ma let you know sh~t in advance
i’m in that back seat (who?) with that back seat and i got this pole in my hand (grrt, grrt)
drum clip, look him up, he in a band, before i’ll drop window, i’ll let ’em know
[chorus]
i put that drop in the chop’ and it gave it a stutter (what?), lil’ bro wearin’ gloves like usher
we post on the block with them crips, f~ck busters (rollin), blue flag we bangin’, no other
this beezy, i cannot kick it with suckers (yeah) and they see this sh~t bigger than muscles (what?)
i post at the show with them members, don’t touch me (who?), you must ain’t heard about buddy

[verse 2]
it’s two hundred shots comin’ out of this chop’ (what else?), and no, i ain’t duckin’ no smoke
he screamin’, “rollin,'” i’m screamin’, “6~o,” he ain’t my kind, so i know he don’t know
before i took perc’, i can half to the bro (him), kell don’t fish, but i know he keep poles
the bomb say flew, we blow sh~t like a nose, rambo so hood, in the street like a road
i told ’em free bub (bub) and free all my thugs that’s doin’ the joe
da still fed’, got sh~t on my head (yeah), know that my brother whatever he say, go
i’m still in the trenches, can’t show ’em my lo’, he throw a six, i’ma meet him with an o
just stopped on the east, i can sell you a ‘bow, face off the track’, you get shot in the road (yeah)

[chorus]
i put that drop in the chop’ and it gave it a stutter (what?), lil’ bro wearin’ gloves like usher
we post on the block with them crips, f~ck busters, blue flag we bangin’, no other (rollin’)
this beezy, i cannot kick it with suckers (beezy) and they see this sh~t bigger than muscles
i post at the show with them members, don’t touch me, you must ain’t heard about buddy (boom, boom)

[outro]
ayy, n~gga
yeah, n~gga, you know what it is, n~gga
west side rollin’, n~gga, it’s beezy, n~gga
biggest in this city, n~gga, we run the city, n~gga
you know what the f~ck goin’ on
yeah, alright

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