Commando

Take the competition down so call me rambo
Slide up in this bitch and go commando
Commandos are you with me
Prepare the studio for battle
Plug in the mics
Fire up the distressor
We got us a war to win
Grab my mic and
Slide up in this bitch and go commando
Witness evolution like a tail to a tadpole
Hundred homies tryna roll
But everybody can't go
Gotta put the work in don't start
Acting like an asshole
Showing love in my face so why you mad bro?
Every time I hear your music
Feeling like some bad dope
Painted every body In the room
With some trap smoke
Hard to wash it off ya hands
Even if you had soap
Lately I've been picking out the bad folk
Watching how they act
Then I crack em like an egg yolk
Wanna argue facts
Then you take it like a bad joke
Keep you locked out like a deadbolt
Strapping on my vest yeah thats mando
Notes in my head ringing out from the piano
That's how you know life is just a gamble
Dressed up head to toe in this camo
We ain't running out of ammo
Moving music out this house
Just like a bando
Take the competition down
So call me Rambo
Slide up in this bitch and
Go commando, commando
We ain't running out of ammo
Moving music out this house
Just like a bando
Take the competition down
So call me Rambo
Slide up in this bitch and
Go commando, commando
No boxers in this bitch
I go Commando
Real comfy turn this
Trap house into a trap home
Wanna box then
I can turn into Canelo
Real bloody turn this
Safe place into a hell hole
Ain't nobody fuckin with my cash flow
Flying off the charts
Let's see how high the graph go
I hear remarks
So tell me what you mad fo'
Roll a whole half O up
And let the past go
We got ammo so you better
Get out the blast zone
Aint rocking camo it's all black
And thats my backbone
Terminator, I'll be back
And thats de facto
Take what I want straight thru the front
Then out the backdoor
Hit the homie up for a beat
To put these raps on
Watch this movie
My real life is like a rap song
Gotta show me that you can handle
While these stacks grow in St. Louis
We ain't running out of ammo
Moving music out this house
Just like a bando
Take the competition down
So call me Rambo
Slide up in this bitch and
Go commando, commando
We ain't running out of ammo
Moving music out this house
Just like a bando
Take the competition down
So call me Rambo
Slide up in this bitch and
Go commando, commando
Make weapons outta music
Mic like a gun handle
Swing around the cable
Pull my prey in like a lasso
Talents grant me access
Isn't Anywhere I can't go
Try to block us in
And we ain't running outta ammo
With the Famo running tracks outta the trap do'
Battling haters never tattling on a damn soul
No little kids playing with toys, ain't no Hasbro
Never a "has been", im the captain of this rap flow
Can't reach the drill sergeant
I'm calling on the trap phone
Message to the captain
I'm just tryna make it back home
In a foreign land
So you better know the backroad
Hand grenades and horseshoes
Homie It was that close
Fat DOSA this you might not make it back home
This flash drive explodes as soon as the caps gone
No CAP, pull the top off and it pop off I don't need no strap
We ain't running out of ammo
Moving music out this house
Just like a bando
Take the competition down
So call me Rambo
Slide up in this bitch and
Go commando, commando
We ain't running out of ammo
Moving music out this house
Just like a bando
Take the competition down
So call me Rambo
Slide up in this bitch and
Go commando, commando