Bryson Tiller – Rambo (Last Blood) (ft. The Weeknd) (Audio, Lyrics)

Bryson Tiller returns with “Rambo (Last Blood)” featuring The Weeknd. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Syk Sense.

Bryson Tiller Rambo (last Blood)

Bryson Tiller is gearing up to release a brand new album and as a way to get fans excited for it, he decided to drop a deluxe version of his classic debut album Trapsoul. Fans loved this record when it came out and as part of the Deluxe, Tiller came out with a remix to the track “Rambo.” Now, The Weeknd offers his voice to the track and it sounds fantastic.

With this remix, The Weeknd decides to go with a rapped verse instead of his signature singing. The Canadian artist comes through with braggadocios bars that sync up nicely with Tiller’s hook and verses.

Bryson Tiller – Rambo (Last Blood) (ft. The Weeknd) (prod. Syk Sense)

Lyrics

[Chorus: 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)

[Verse 1: 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 muhfuckin’ 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

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
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)

[Outro: Bryson 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)

[Outro]
Hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on
Hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on
Hol’ on nuh, hol’ on, nuh