Commando Lyrics

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