Quando Rondo - S2 lyrics

Tyquian Terrel Bowman

[Quando Rondo - S2 lyrics]

You know nowadays everybody liabilities
They told me, "Pick
A side", I said, "I'm rockin' with myself
You dig what I'm sayin'?"
You know, I know shit get confidential
That's the main reason I ain't trippin'
My intentions was to do what I did
'cause when I did what I
Did I was gon' get the result
To see who's really with me
And when it all boiled down, shit
Everybody turn they back on me
Ayy, any time they ask how I'm doin'
Shit, I tell 'em I'm cope aesthetic

Hey, if he bust domes and clutch on poles
He la familia (Bow)
I can't be mad if you cut me
Off and go find someone that's realer
(Realer)
Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about
That he got' make sure he familiar (O oh)
They play with me, we blow they block down
Look in the eye of a killer (Grrah)
Nine out of ten, we got them choppers out
Snakes inside the whip, tell bro
"Slow down before the cops be on us" (Skrrt)
Whole hundred shots in the back when
I post on the bricks
The type of time I'm on
No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg
Youngin', you wait before your time
Stay on your shit
That's what my uncle told me (Mmm, mmm)

Whole hundred thou'
That's for the tennis chain (Tennis chain)
I'm tryna wash the Perkies down
And mix with lemonade
This shit I'm spittin' way too gangster
They still don't understand
Financially, shorty, I'm straight
But still not mentally
Ayy, I live a soldier life mentality
Million on my head, I know they after me
(Uh, uh)
Reverse they block and empty the clip
(Skrrt)
We let off shots soon as the addy leak
(Skrrt) they tryna break down what I built
It took a mil' to make this masterpiece
I hit your line, pick up the
Phone 'cause in your arms
That's where I'd rather be
Cops get behind us, hide my
Chrome inside your purse
Make sure it's stashed for me
Friendly reminder of my own
I found the plug who had the bags for cheap
I'm in your yard, come ride alone
Can you explain why you still mad at me?
I'm still at war from shit back home
So I can't leave unless I grab the heat
Still sendin' green dots to the prison
I'm in my feelings 'bout my
Dawg in that slammer
B put a green dot on the Glizzy thirty
Repetition what we standin' on
And this a house act in the kitchen
Whippin' with that arm and hammer
I still got one foot in the trenches
With the quickness dressin' Camel
This codeine fuckin' up my kidneys
Damn near runnin' outta stamina
Go tat' my name on your
Lil' titty, if they ask, say you a fan of me
I wrap my flag around the
Glizzy, if you play, become a fan of Crips
I think my soul back from the 60s
Reason they not understandin' me

Hey, if he bust domes and clutch on poles
He la familia (Bow)
I can't be mad if you cut me
Off and go find someone that's realer
(Realer)
Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about
That he got' make sure he familiar (O oh)
They play with me, we blow they block down
Look in the eye of a killer (Grrah)
Nine out of ten, we got them choppers out
Snakes inside the whip, tell bro
"Slow down before the cops be on us" (Skrrt)
Whole hundred shots in the back when
I post on the bricks
The type of time I'm on
No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg
Youngin', you wait before your time
Stay on your shit
That's what my uncle told me (Mmm, mmm)

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