Quando Rondo - 21 lyrics

(Cxb know he go crazy, Ayo Bleu)
(It's Malik on the track) uh

Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch
That'll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper
On that nigga, fuck it, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles
We gon' get away
Ayy, iced out my bitch Audemars
You know it's lights out when
I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna
No A$AP Rocky two C's on your bag
You can get anything that you want
Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad
So don't treat me like the average ones

Ayy, I really been off the porch
Way before you had a gun
I didn't really have a choice
Now it's a blessing, i'm the chosen one
I'm really the voice of all
Them youngin's toting stolen guns
Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast
And put a hole in one
And don't forget I'm only
Twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one
And plus I drive a twenty-one
I was seventeen fucking bitches
That was twenty-one
Since the plug number nineteen, fuck it
Let him go for twenty-one
Promethazine and codeine got me
Floating like a astronaut
Just like a punter, kick the
Door in, fuck a duck
He went and air 'em out
Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag
Like right back at you
Whack his bro this time
Bleu draw the line inside the parking lot
I'm only parking with your parking lot
(Skrrt, skrrt) tell them we love them
Brand new black Air Forces
Them boys is askin' me if I trust that squad
Count my blue faces now
I'm moonwalking in Calabasas
Private flight, new places
Still to this day richer than all my opps
Ring around the rosie with that stick
(Brrra) , fuck it, spin they block
Gon' ride 'round with that heavy
Metal in a foreign car
The only thing could beat the
Devil is the triple cross bentley Jeep
Let's ride down Melrose to get some Ferragamo
It be the same ol' one that
Yell bros that'll tell on you
I know locked behind the cell
Doors you'll tell something

Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch
That'll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper
On that nigga, fuck it, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles
We gon' get away
Ayy, iced out my bitch Audemars
You know it's lights out when
I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna
No A$AP Rocky two C's on your bag
You can get anything that you want
Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad
So don't treat me like the average ones