Lyrics Germ – RAMBO

I’m sweatin’ and shit (Mm-hmm)
Fuck (Yeah, down)
Still lit though, my nigga (Mm-hmm, yeah)
Germ (Damn)

Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Careful, I’m ’bout that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I’m Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn ho, that throat go (Uh)
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Careful, I’m ’bout that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I’m Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn ho, that throat go (Uh)

I’m with the chopstick, FUCKTHEPOPULATION
Why you hating? Need to rock, bitch
Hold my Glocky and my Perky, no concerns for laws, bitch
I’m off the Wok, I’m worth a lot, I got this off the raw shit
I’m nauseous, coughin’, often Backwoods taste like Neapolitan
Sloppy, please excuse me, Beer Can Dan the fuckin’ prophet is
Back in action, bitch, what’s happenin’? Duckin’ in my rocket ship
All these bitches love me, who knows what they fuckin’ problem is
Shameless money, the parliament
We move like we’re the bomb, lil’ bitch
We conquered it, tossed a bomb in it
Bad Shit still the set now, who the fuck want war with this?
In that ‘Rari, smashin’ it
Pulled up to the bank, act an ass in it
Fucking ’round with these savages
Bad Shit!

Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Careful, I’m ’bout that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I’m Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn ho, that throat go (Uh)
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Careful, I’m ’bout that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I’m Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn ho, that throat go (Uh)