I go Commando

I’m Camo-ed down when I pull up in the lambo (Lambo)

Running down ya block, dawg, like I’m Rambo (Rambo)

Got more sticks, than them, boys in the camo (Burrrrrrt)

I’m Taxing everybody, that Uncle Sam Doe

If it ain’t about cake then we don’t talk it (Talk it)

Put a price on ya head and I bought it (Bought it)

Loud packs and them stacks, Yea, I got it (Got it)

And If they ain't get my prints I woulda fought it (Fought it)

Mannn why the testin me

I’m here to test the game

And stack my cash

Cause it’s my destiny

Blessed to see

50 racks Every that time I kill the scene

Get some head I go to bed

Wake up then I hit the street

Wake up then I kill the beat

Wake up then I stomp the work like Beckham in them Nike cleats

Black SUVs in a fleet

I suggest you take a seat

Cause I’m on that rinse repeat

I known for my Florida heat

But every city fuck with me

Let’s go

I beat the game, DK

Haven’t slept in like three days

I fuck bitchs like three ways

Then kill beats, D day

Don’t give a fuck what he say

Don’t give a fuck what she say

On my grind, it’s my time

Don’t pass the torch, no relay

On your girl like Olay

Getting weird like so leh

This burner on me gets toastay

I’m on the road, postmates

To feed the fam, grocery’s

Haters actin like sulfate

(When...)

I go Commando

I’m Camo-ed down when I pull up in the lambo (Lambo)

Running down ya block, dawg, like I’m Rambo (Rambo)

Got more sticks, than them, boys in the camo (Burrrrrrt)

I’m Taxing everybody, that Uncle Sam Doe

If it ain’t about cake then we don’t talk it (Talk it)

Put a price on ya head and I bought it (Bought it)

Loud packs and them stacks, Yea, I got it (Got it)

And If they ain't get my prints I woulda fought it (Fought it)

I need a plac, I need a mansion

One the beach And in the hamptons

I can move the work Like salsa dancing

I’m dripped out In the latest fashion

Ass real

But the titties is plastic

Face blunt

I ain’t into passin

Im upper dude

I ain’t into crashin

I beat the cat

I ain’t into passion

I get the cash than do the dash

Check my dash and it’s digital

Now I’m laying back

And I Count the stacks that I make off my residuals

Ya lil bitch

(Boys air support is inbound)

(T-minus ten-seconds till impact)

(Evacuate the action zone immediately)

(Over)

(5)

(4)

(3)

(2)

(1)

(Oh shit)

(It's SMAC run!)

I go Commando

I’m Camo-ed down when I pull up in the lambo (Lambo)

Running down ya block, dawg, like I’m Rambo (Rambo)

Got more sticks, than them, boys in the camo (Burrrrrrt)

I’m Taxing everybody, that Uncle Sam Doe

If it ain’t about cake then we don’t talk it (Talk it)

Put a price on ya head and I bought it (Bought it)

Loud packs and them stacks, Yea, I got it (Got it)

And If they ain't get my prints I woulda fought it

(Ha, it’s SMAC bitch)

(You already know who got it)

(This is just the beginning bitch)

(The games about to get surgery and I’m the motha fucking doctor)

(Ha, peace)