Rambo (Last Blood) lyrics - The Weeknd (feat. Bryson Tiller)

 [Bryson Tiller & The Weeknd:]

Yeah, Rambo

They beggin' for mercy, like the Lambo' (Lambo')

Know they told me kill 'em all, goddamn, though

I know they wanna see me fall, look where I am, though

On two feet, that's where I stand, though

I'm a true fuckin' killer, like Rambo

No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo

Nigga, I just kill 'em 'cause I can, though (Na, na, na, na, na)

[The Weeknd:]

I just signed a deal so big that it's a secret

Victoria's Secret Angels dancin' 'round me for a reason

Spread your wings for me like I'm Freddie Mercury

But baby, you should call me King, you know that it's my season

I'm 'bout to re-up, made another killin' in Reno

I couldn't leave her until I paid a visit to P.O

Too much tequila, I had too much tequila

They cuffed me like I was single, fuck it, I'm back to Henny

Thank the Lord, didn't kill me in the elevator

Wasn't my time, saved my soul downstairs for later

Cheat death every day, never play fair

Roll stress all day, blow it in the air

Had to kill the pop game so they know what's up

Now I'm poppin' back swift, had to shake it off

Sobriety is an enemy, I'm sorry, mama

Society now acceptin' me, pray for the young ones

I'm from the Scar town city

No love from the town where a nigga never ever blow up

Now they love me 'cause I shine, shawty

If you ain't fuckin', then it's time, shawty

I see the truth inside your eyes, shawty

If you don't love me, then you lied to me

If you don't love me, then you lied to me

Swallow all your pride for me

Or you can swallow all the time for me

Now you can tell me how that taste, girl

Gene Simmons tongue, but I ain't down for the kissin'

My nigga got a scope, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the rinsin'

My niggas hittin' notes, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the singin'

I'm breaking billboards from my city, got me thinkin'

I'm a motherfuckin' villain in my town, Heath Ledger, 'bout to O.D

Married to the game, I ain't never gettin' cold feet

Killin' all these lames, lot of motherfuckers owe me

I just stay quiet, I just let the money climb high

[Bryson Tiller:]

Yeah, like Rambo (Damn)

They beggin' for mercy, like the Lambo (Lambo)

Know they told me kill 'em all, goddamn, though

I know they want to see me fall, look where I am, though (Where I am though)

On two feet, that's where I stand, though

I'm a true fuckin' killer, like Rambo

No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo

Nigga, I just kill 'em 'cause I can

Ain't have the time, but I got time now

Okay, I see what's on the line now

Oh, he let up? Bitch, let me find out

I might have to turn up, I mean turn this shit upside down

And let's keep it cool, I see the fear inside their eyes now

Crunch time, think I might have spared his life one time

Felt the storm another time, okay, now it's fuckin' time

Forty-five to run time, I fortify my run time

That's why they flee when they saw me come up on the front line

Fuck with me, seen them shots flyin', oh, what's wrong now?

Revenant, I show up there in blood like it's on now

Really tryna see me in my muhfuckin' zone now

Just another day to me, but Weeknd on my songs now

They thought they was right, they was wrong now

Losses to biggest bosses in my phone now

Positive, I'ma prosper, the mental strong now

Fuck "Woe is me", G.O.A.T. is me, nigga, I'm just sayin' (God, Tiller)

This is not, this is not a, uh

This is not a mother—

A motherfuckin' game

This is, this is not

This is not, this is

This is not

A motherfuckin' game, why you playin', boy?

I'm just sayin', boy

That's all

(God, Tiller)

Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on

Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on

Hol' on nuh, hol' on, nuh