Quando Rondo, Boosie Badazz - 3 Options lyrics
Quando Rondo [Tyquian Terrel Bowman] Savannah, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Quando Rondo, Boosie Badazz - 3 Options lyrics]
They locked my uncle up in prison
He just wrote me a letter
He told me don't entertain bullshit
Just stack up my cheddar
On top of that don’t trust these niggas
Cause they change like the weather
Don't put your love inside these
Bitches cause forever is never
I told him how niggas dissin' and
I never even met ’em
My main partner went to snitchin' I
Can't wait til I catch 'em
Plus my PO steady trippin' cause I
Keep failing my piss test
Back to back I'm steady sipping plus
I keep poppin' these percocets
I'm to the point where shit ain’t funny
Back to back I’m smoking cigarettes
When everybody askin' for money it’s kinda
Hard to run up a check
Say my aunt left him for dead, nephew
Everybody walkin' now
We quick to bust a nigga head when it's over
That shit not talked about
I ain't tell you bout that nigga called
His self shooting up grandma house
Now I got to hit his street and
Let his neighbors hear that chopper shout
This the same ass nigga that use
To sleep on my momma couch
Feelin’ like fuck it in public
Lil' Leaky in public hoppin' out
Feds just did a sweep again they
Tryna get the gang over
Sippin' all this liquor I might
Fuck around have a hangover
Hustle hard to the game over
I can't wait til this pain over
Them niggas wasn't on my level it was
Time to switch the lane over
I got some charges pending but
I steady be spinnin'
Pee told me I was goin broke
But I steady be spendin'
I'm a convicted felon but I
Still keep a weapon they say the life I live
Three options that's jail, hell or Heaven
I got some charges pending but
I steady be spinnin'
Pee told me I was goin broke
But I steady be spendin'
I'm a convicted felon but I
Still keep a weapon they say the life I live
Three options that's jail, hell or Heaven
I grew up thuggin like fuck it
Bust that bitch up in public
I made it past twenty-one
Muthafucker I'm lucky bustin' that thirty
Thirty times ain't no way you can duck it
I'm out that bottom
King lobster of the crabs in the bucket
I clear some yards with the draco
(yea, yea, yea)
I got some niggas goin' hard when I say so
(yea yea) i got a couple options
Get on the road and get it poppin' I depend
On my artist I hope they got me
Off the parole back on the purp
Waitin' on C-Murda, waitin' on BG to jump
Them last couple hurdles
If they try you will you murder or
Would you let that shit go
You got options handle your business
Or be labeled a hoe
I got some charges pending but
I steady be spinnin'
Pee told me I was goin broke
But I steady be spendin'
I'm a convicted felon but I
Still keep a weapon they say the life I live
Three options that's jail, hell or Heaven
I got some charges pending but
I steady be spinnin'
Pee told me I was goin broke
But I steady be spendin'
I'm a convicted felon but I
Still keep a weapon they say the life I live
Three options that's jail, hell or Heaven
He just wrote me a letter
He told me don't entertain bullshit
Just stack up my cheddar
On top of that don’t trust these niggas
Cause they change like the weather
Don't put your love inside these
Bitches cause forever is never
I told him how niggas dissin' and
I never even met ’em
My main partner went to snitchin' I
Can't wait til I catch 'em
Plus my PO steady trippin' cause I
Keep failing my piss test
Back to back I'm steady sipping plus
I keep poppin' these percocets
I'm to the point where shit ain’t funny
Back to back I’m smoking cigarettes
When everybody askin' for money it’s kinda
Hard to run up a check
Say my aunt left him for dead, nephew
Everybody walkin' now
We quick to bust a nigga head when it's over
That shit not talked about
I ain't tell you bout that nigga called
His self shooting up grandma house
Now I got to hit his street and
Let his neighbors hear that chopper shout
This the same ass nigga that use
To sleep on my momma couch
Feelin’ like fuck it in public
Lil' Leaky in public hoppin' out
Feds just did a sweep again they
Tryna get the gang over
Sippin' all this liquor I might
Fuck around have a hangover
Hustle hard to the game over
I can't wait til this pain over
Them niggas wasn't on my level it was
Time to switch the lane over
I got some charges pending but
I steady be spinnin'
Pee told me I was goin broke
But I steady be spendin'
I'm a convicted felon but I
Still keep a weapon they say the life I live
Three options that's jail, hell or Heaven
I got some charges pending but
I steady be spinnin'
Pee told me I was goin broke
But I steady be spendin'
I'm a convicted felon but I
Still keep a weapon they say the life I live
Three options that's jail, hell or Heaven
I grew up thuggin like fuck it
Bust that bitch up in public
I made it past twenty-one
Muthafucker I'm lucky bustin' that thirty
Thirty times ain't no way you can duck it
I'm out that bottom
King lobster of the crabs in the bucket
I clear some yards with the draco
(yea, yea, yea)
I got some niggas goin' hard when I say so
(yea yea) i got a couple options
Get on the road and get it poppin' I depend
On my artist I hope they got me
Off the parole back on the purp
Waitin' on C-Murda, waitin' on BG to jump
Them last couple hurdles
If they try you will you murder or
Would you let that shit go
You got options handle your business
Or be labeled a hoe
I got some charges pending but
I steady be spinnin'
Pee told me I was goin broke
But I steady be spendin'
I'm a convicted felon but I
Still keep a weapon they say the life I live
Three options that's jail, hell or Heaven
I got some charges pending but
I steady be spinnin'
Pee told me I was goin broke
But I steady be spendin'
I'm a convicted felon but I
Still keep a weapon they say the life I live
Three options that's jail, hell or Heaven