Quando Rondo – Vision [Official Audio] Lyrics
Brand new cash came, bring them bags in
Brand new thirty clip and my ratchet
Brand new Telfar bag for a bad bitch
Brand new Hellcat, brand new black Benz
New money, new year, same problem (Aye, same ol’ problems)
Lil’ homie playin’ that blue shit, top shotta (I get that shit)
They don’t wanna see Lul Tim off that monitor (No)
Pluto comin’ home this year, grand theft auto (That’s GTA)
Catch a hat, empty clip inside a Tahoe (Let it spray)
Drop a bag, get him killed, that’s what I’m on (With that K)
Sippin’ Act’, crack the seal, sticky Styrofoam (Yeah)
Don’t call me slat 60’s Crip on my iPhone
Heard the game ‘round my Rollie
Know wonder I’m ignorin’ all this pain, I ain’t sober
Yeah, servin’ cane with that toaster
Hood we really sellin’ cocaine, I’ma locsta
I’m from the bottom of the map, so we keep a strap
Don’t got no door key to the trap, come in, it’s a wrap
He let them birdies take a bath, run it up in math
Ballin’ like the Cleveland Cavs jumpin’ out the gym
He rock Amiri mixed with Tims, super fresh to death
In the kitchen cookin’ yams up, so he a chef
And no Lil’ D don’t give a damn, play, you gettin’ left
I’m tryna sell it gram for gram, I done took a L, aye
Brand new murda squad, brand thirty rod
Brand new Birkin Bag, look who I bought it for
She got a brand-new body, shawty need a brand new car
I’m like a rockstar mixed up with a Rastafari
New money, new year, same problem (Aye, same ol’ problems)
Lil’ homie playin’ that blue shit, top shotta (I get that shit)
They don’t wanna see Lul Tim off that monitor (No)
Pluto comin’ home this year, grand theft auto (That’s GTA)
Catch a hat, empty clip inside a Tahoe (Let it spray)
Drop a bag, get him killed, that’s what I’m on (With that K)
Sippin’ Act’, crack the seal, sticky Styrofoam (Yeah)
Don’t call me slat 60’s Crip on my iPhone
Quando Rondo – 50 [Official Audio] Lyrics
This my young nigga Pabb
I’ma get it, you can turn my headphones up on this one
Now, I really gotta make these niggas feel me
Whatever the roses, I said I believed her (Oh-oh)
And, I don’t wan’ kill ‘em, I’m protectin’ my people (Oh-oh)
Wantin’ to check up and keepin’ my heat up (Yeah)
QRN
Know I was, you know I was born in this shit, not sworn in this shit
And, I also got my heart torn in this shit
You’d think, I just guess that come with the streets, like, look
(Favor, turn me up)
Oh-oh-oh, look
Oh-oh-oh, look
([?])
Ayy, ayy, ayy, check this out, I really just ‘bout to tell ‘em how I feel
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ racks on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep a pistol
Before he try to take my chain, he might wan’ take a couple .556s
See, I been walkin’ through the rain with fucked up Js, you know my lifestyle realer
Back and fourth the youth detention
This for all the ones that doubted me, that thought I’d be a victim
Shout out all the ones that shot at me ‘cause I done got a million (Woah)
This for all them trappers sellin’ dope
Tryna run some racks up out a store
This for all them smackers, keep that pole
This for the ones who really stickin’ to the code
I hope you get a appeal and come home
Get them checks and dollar bills, fuck a ho
‘Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon’ go
They gon’ treat you like you jus’ another ho
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I bought a smoke with EBT jus’ for a gram to get some groceries
I can’t wait to get on BET to promote, we got ‘bows of weed
Last thing ‘fore I leave the stage, I’m screamin’ out, “We smokin’ V”
It’s hard to stop the violence even though I’m ridin’ wit’ YB
GMG, shout out V, the realest nigga on my team
Don’t fuck with 49, but we be quick to rob you for yo’ change
I done ran a forty-nine yards, fifty on a chain
Teddy at the seven where we Crippin’ jus’ in New Orleans
Don’t you worry ‘bout what’s in my double cup, I’m feelin’ like I’m Lil Wayne
Promethazine, a yellow Robitussin, straight codeine
Ballin’ like I’m ‘Melo, free my brother, filthy cocaine
Fuck the rap shit, on another level, trappin’ in the dope game
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
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Quando Rondo – Tear It Down [Official Music Video] Lyrics
Ayy, Pab, pass me a pack of Newport right quick (QRN)
(Dabi, you’ll make ‘em proud)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a little stressed out right now
Pass a couple hundred grand, two hundred somethin’ on the [?]
I came up from the bottom if that’s the question you wanna ask
[?] I just pray that I don’t crash
Your brother thuggin’, raise your hand if you got get-back for your mans (Okay, let’s go)
Hoes go Audemars for certain (They Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin’ perfect
Project housin’, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (Grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, yeah, the cops comin’ (Whoop-whoop)
In the streets, we really harder than [?]
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin’ our door down
That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y’all
They ain’t the same, they got me traumatized
That shit a gang, gon’ be a homicide
They say I changed, that’s ‘cause I’m goin’ through this pain, I watched my cousin die
Codeine, I still can’t put down this drank, that’s even though I tried
Colgate, that’s the code name for cocaine, we serve it through the night
Okay, that shit y’all seen on that camera was a savage boy
Okay, with the Christmas, I’ma buy lil’ boy his favorite blunt (No, no, no)
Ray Allen, really out the grind, I clap from out the mud
No fade, I done had to switch my Hellcat just to dodge a charge
Fuck ‘em ‘cause we livin’ large
Who done got the toughest Jump Gang with that .30 rod
Up that fan, a thirty shots
Ain’t dyin’ ‘bout the gun but livin’ by it, that’s the [?]
Finally, I’m one who really got it in a stolen car (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hoes go Audemars for certain (They Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin’ perfect
Project housin’, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (Grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, yeah, the cops comin’ (Whoop-whoop)
In the streets, we really harder than [?]
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin’ our door down
That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y’all
I’m number one, I went two for two
My niggas out, they free, throw up the four
For my niggas [?]
Number five and another five, standin’ on our ten
Fuck the eleven, we be dodgin’ twelve with this F&N
Thirteen, I was spittin’, writin’ rhymes without a pen
Fourteen, I was on my grind, fresh from out the pen’
Fifteen, fucked up in the molly, all I know is step
Forever 16 ‘til the day I die, we catch and you gon’ get
This shit is not a competition (This shit ain’t no competition), on my own pace, and I’m winnin’
These foreign cars yellin’, pink slippin’, I know that you thought they rented (Mmm-hmm)
That’s ‘cause you all in my business
Fuck it, go get some Benjis
I know that these niggas envy, yellow bitch look like [?] (Woah-woah)
Kitchen Peezy, a chemist, there’s a lot of shit I invented (Woah-woah)
But fuck it, let ‘em pretend it
We slangin’ iron, can’t prevent it (Woah-woah)
I’ll leave Lil D, my lil’ brother
I’ll leave all these bitches (Woah-woah)
And all I know is the hustle, and slippin’ ‘til it’s a [?]
Hoes go Audemars for certain (They Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin’ perfect
Project housin’, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (Grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, yeah, the cops comin’ (Whoop-whoop)
In the streets, we really harder than [?]
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin’ our door down
That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y’all
Everybody in the club, tear it down
(Dabi, you’ll make ‘em proud)
Everybody in the club, tear it down
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And, I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that’s the murder squad (Yeah, yeah)
That’s that third eye
I just wanna buy, things I never bought (Things I never bought)
That new car garage
Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin’
Catch me ridin’ ‘round wit’ my blick, they wanna six feet me
On her, I cash out wit’ them racks out on some D&G kicks
300 Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin’
Trap house whippin’ remix, dirty Sprite, I need it
Day and night, no, I don’t care about this life I’m livin’
Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin’, say that he anemic (Yеah)
Wrong or right, you know I’m ridin’, they won’t let me sеasick
I could never leave my brother, that’s just on some G shit
Ain’t been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense
Yeah, she my main, but I don’t trust her and I really mean that (Yeah)
He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich
Uh, uh, I pull out my cutter the fastest
From the bottom, I made this shit happen
Got some niggas that’s still in the trenches, there’s a lot in the prison who steady be trappin’
And I’m screamin’ fuck reminiscin’, these niggas be dissin’, we uppin’ in traffic (Skrrt)
Everyday on a mission to run up a million, we wrappin’ the bricks up in plastic
I keep a rod in the Bentley ‘cause I know they envy, and really want static
I made a decision to get up and get it, I know that I cannot go backwards (Uh-uh-uh)
One call then I’m makin’ you vanish
My dog, yeah, that really my best friend
Gun charge, I walked in with the baddest
Foreign car, out the window the ratchet
Tomorrow not promised, live it up, can’t leave this way
Just bein’ honest, never thought that things’ll be this way
Ridin’ ‘round wit’ a hundred, catch a opp, he gon’ bleed this case
Two double cup and when he pull up, you gon’ see his face
Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin’
Catch me ridin’ ‘round wit’ my blick, they wanna six feet me
On her, I cash out wit’ them racks out on some D&G kicks
300 Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin’
Trap house whippin’ remix, dirty Sprite, I need it
Day and night, no, I don’t care about this life I’m livin’
Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin’, say that he anemic (Yeah)
Wrong or right, you know I’m ridin’, they won’t let me seasick
I could never leave my brother, that’s just on some G shit
Ain’t been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense
Yeah, she my main, but I don’t trust her and I really mean that (Yeah)
He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich
No, I’m not happy, I was born back in March Madness
Shawty bad, yeah she the fattest
Matter fact, she look fantastic
New Double R, can’t wrap the plastic
God think I might go mack blackness
That just to show that I ain’t average
One thing for sure, I’m still blue-flaggin’
He keep a pole, but he ain’t savage
Turn around and look what happened
Stick to the code, that’s automatic
We kickin’ doors like: Where the rest at?
New Double R, the dashboard jaggin’
You must’ve never checked my jacket
Straight up and blow, another casket
Jumped off the porch and got a leverage
Too much of Codeine in my bladder
Two-four like Kobe, that’s a tracker
New iced-out Rollie, that don’t matter
We kick it lowkey not together
My uncle told me: Chess, no checkers
Look at my trophy on the dresser
That’s my lil’ whoadie, know he next up
Y’all niggas owe me, pick a stretcher
Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin’
Catch me ridin’ ‘round wit’ my blick, they wanna six feet me
On her, I cash out wit’ them racks out on some D&G kicks
300 Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin’
Trap house whippin’ remix, dirty Sprite, I need it
Day and night, no, I don’t care about this life I’m livin’
Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin’, say that he anemic (Yeah)
Wrong or right, you know I’m ridin’, they won’t let me seasick
I could never leave my brother, that’s just on some G shit
Ain’t been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense
Yeah, she my main, but I don’t trust her and I really mean that (Yeah)
He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich
