Quando Rondo - 10.27 lyrics

Ah, ah (Dubba-AA flex)
Dubba-AA be on the beat
When Dubba-AA be on the beat, I qRN
R-Real killers
Probably step on four or five niggas
C-C-Crip niggas but still gon' run
The town with slime niggas
Pills nigga, yellow, I got double Y's, niggas
B-Big tipper, no, you can't fuck
My ho, she mines, nigga
(This Is The Sound)

Ha, 45 extension on my Ruger Five-seveN
On my mama, this ain't no lie
My niggas steppin' for ten twenty-seven
(Seven) dope spot and I'ma trap this
Bitch out like I'm Pablo
I'm talkin' both rods
And I'ma shoot 'em all just
Like I'm Bryan Nickels
JOG shit, get to dumpin', fuck a opposition
I take 'em way back for no money
And no pot to piss in
I'ma send some shots inside that Maybach
Hope your partner in it
Three hundred thousand where he lay at
This that slimy business

My nigga took a nigga chain
And rearranged the name (Facts)
I hit yo' baby daddy sister
We are not the same (No cap)
Boy, I'm a savage
You a rookie way before the fame (Brr)
Every time somebody shit get
Took and they scream, "Jump Out Gang"
(Okay, let's go)
You better watch how you be lookin', fuck it
Bust his brain
Ayy, say lil' shorty got me lookin'
Let's go to the bank
Whole hundred thousand on that pussy
When I let it bang
Whole hundred thousand 'cause that pussy
Wet just like the rain
Switch automatic like a fully in a Mustang
I had to post up with that
Toolie 'til the bus came
AT&T, we got locations on they whole gang
SEBB, I know they made it trappin' cocaine
Drug distributor come and pay it
For a whole thing (Come and pay)
On the computer he be
Scammin' for Amiri Jeans
My nigga shooters, let the top down
Hang out with that flame
On Martin Luther with my Glock
Out smokin' on this King
I really grew up duckin' cops
And jumpin' over gates (Woo)
I really flew to Crenshaw block to
Meet up with the neighbours
New AMG while countin' guap
While jammin' Babyface (Skrrt, skrrt)
Stain in the streets, you play with mine
Get shot inside the face (Clap)
And dangerously you know it's up
I'm walkin' with the Drac'
My main bitch come pick me up
I had to run the Js ain't claimin' shit
If you pull over ain't no do the race
My famous bitch know I get
Loaded off prescription drank

Ha, 45 extension on my Ruger Five-seveN
On my mama, this ain't no lie
My niggas steppin' for ten twenty-seven
(Seven) dope spot and I'ma trap this
Bitch out like I'm Pablo
I'm talkin' both rods
And I'ma shoot 'em all just
Like I'm Bryan Nickels
JOG shit, get to dumpin', fuck a opposition
I take 'em way back for no money
And no pot to piss in
I'ma send some shots inside that Maybach
Hope your partner in it
Three hundred thousand where he lay at
This that slimy business