Quando Rondo - Blueprint lyrics
Tyquian Terrel Bowman
[Quando Rondo - Blueprint lyrics]
Blrr, ha, ha, ha (Medusa got that pressure)
You know once it's up with
Us, it's stuck with us
You see what I'm saying? yeah
(You know that)
Glock four-five, it's hand held
(Boom, ha, thanks, Yakree) , il'
Shawty be my ratchet
Caught a baddie out my fan mail
Boom, baow, boom
Oh oh, he Rollin' (Baow)
Black rock through the cut
Hundred round tryna rip them open (Baow)
Corner store, we let him post up
Now he fully loaded (Ah, big thirty)
Thirty in my magazine
Let's shoot it out 'bout bro
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR
(NAS') we be on some motion
(Ha) , run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked
That's 'bout a hundred balls
Jump Out leave 'em stretched
I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fiftiеs on this MAC, all black
We gon' knock 'em off
That lil' nigga on some Loc shit
(Clatt) , two hundrеd bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached
To Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch
I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
Amiri denim dripping with it
Cost me you can't fucking pay
Shot up my ex behind the ceiling
'cause this bitch don't love me, nigga
Shots fired off right by the building
I advised you not to play
556 and 308 rip up they block
Then you get paid
New four-five Glock like Jump
Out shake, that JOG, i'm Jump Out Gang
We break 'em down and bag 'em up
Ran up a hundred in a day
Four in the morning, me and Buddha
All my jewelry on the haste
Lil' shawty foreign
She love to wrap my blue
Bandana 'round her face full master foreign
Roll that opp pack in the
Air straight to the face
Backseat, I'm snorting off a Xanax
Plus some pint of purple maple
That's my lil' homie on the corner
Serving rocks and bangin' A
Fans, they be trollin' like we hiding
But we out totin' on eights
Mercedes stolen bend they block
Then let off shots that new AK
I'm sipping potion
Roll another dead opp straight to the face
I'm rockin' Comme des Garçons, got fed up
Then caught a case
I bet that you won't make it home
His head bust and you get paid
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR
(NAS') we be on some motion
(Ha) , run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked
That's 'bout a hundred balls
Jump Out leave 'em stretched
I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fifties on this MAC, all black
We gon' knock 'em off
That lil' nigga on some Loc shit
(Clatt) , two hundred bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached
To Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch
I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
You know Lil Timmy really 'bout it
I be tryna tell him chill
Got all these Perkies in my
Body, wildin', fuck it, pop a pill
Don't even go inside the
Projects since Lil JaJa, he got killed
I bet that bitch go blocker, blocker
All these stocks inside my steel
You know lil' JumpOutBlacc be ridin' by like
You might just get killed
Ju-ju-jump out with them straps, I'm styling
Balmain on my heels
Rollin' that pressure 'til he drop
We got 'em all, run up a mil'
I'm like the boss man on my section
Rip that codeine out the seal
My family filled up with straight dope fiends
And it's been like that for years
I'm such a stupid motherfucker
Why the fuck they gave me Ms?
We tote them guns and empty
Clips, big murder one, i'm from 'em Crips
Bro wonder, "Quan
He grip the witters?" It's just
The fucking life I live (Boom, bah, skrrt)
Oh oh, he Rollin' (Baow)
Black rock through the cut
Hundred round tryna rip them open (Baow)
Corner store, we let him post up
Now he fully loaded (Ah)
Thirty in my magazine
Let's shoot it out 'bout bro
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR
(NAS') we be on some motion
(Ha) , run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked
That's 'bout a hundred balls
Jump Out leave 'em stretched
I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fifties on this MAC, all black
We gon' knock 'em off
That lil' nigga on some Loc shit
(Clatt) , two hundred bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached
To Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch
I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
You know once it's up with
Us, it's stuck with us
You see what I'm saying? yeah
(You know that)
Glock four-five, it's hand held
(Boom, ha, thanks, Yakree) , il'
Shawty be my ratchet
Caught a baddie out my fan mail
Boom, baow, boom
Oh oh, he Rollin' (Baow)
Black rock through the cut
Hundred round tryna rip them open (Baow)
Corner store, we let him post up
Now he fully loaded (Ah, big thirty)
Thirty in my magazine
Let's shoot it out 'bout bro
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR
(NAS') we be on some motion
(Ha) , run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked
That's 'bout a hundred balls
Jump Out leave 'em stretched
I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fiftiеs on this MAC, all black
We gon' knock 'em off
That lil' nigga on some Loc shit
(Clatt) , two hundrеd bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached
To Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch
I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
Amiri denim dripping with it
Cost me you can't fucking pay
Shot up my ex behind the ceiling
'cause this bitch don't love me, nigga
Shots fired off right by the building
I advised you not to play
556 and 308 rip up they block
Then you get paid
New four-five Glock like Jump
Out shake, that JOG, i'm Jump Out Gang
We break 'em down and bag 'em up
Ran up a hundred in a day
Four in the morning, me and Buddha
All my jewelry on the haste
Lil' shawty foreign
She love to wrap my blue
Bandana 'round her face full master foreign
Roll that opp pack in the
Air straight to the face
Backseat, I'm snorting off a Xanax
Plus some pint of purple maple
That's my lil' homie on the corner
Serving rocks and bangin' A
Fans, they be trollin' like we hiding
But we out totin' on eights
Mercedes stolen bend they block
Then let off shots that new AK
I'm sipping potion
Roll another dead opp straight to the face
I'm rockin' Comme des Garçons, got fed up
Then caught a case
I bet that you won't make it home
His head bust and you get paid
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR
(NAS') we be on some motion
(Ha) , run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked
That's 'bout a hundred balls
Jump Out leave 'em stretched
I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fifties on this MAC, all black
We gon' knock 'em off
That lil' nigga on some Loc shit
(Clatt) , two hundred bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached
To Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch
I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
You know Lil Timmy really 'bout it
I be tryna tell him chill
Got all these Perkies in my
Body, wildin', fuck it, pop a pill
Don't even go inside the
Projects since Lil JaJa, he got killed
I bet that bitch go blocker, blocker
All these stocks inside my steel
You know lil' JumpOutBlacc be ridin' by like
You might just get killed
Ju-ju-jump out with them straps, I'm styling
Balmain on my heels
Rollin' that pressure 'til he drop
We got 'em all, run up a mil'
I'm like the boss man on my section
Rip that codeine out the seal
My family filled up with straight dope fiends
And it's been like that for years
I'm such a stupid motherfucker
Why the fuck they gave me Ms?
We tote them guns and empty
Clips, big murder one, i'm from 'em Crips
Bro wonder, "Quan
He grip the witters?" It's just
The fucking life I live (Boom, bah, skrrt)
Oh oh, he Rollin' (Baow)
Black rock through the cut
Hundred round tryna rip them open (Baow)
Corner store, we let him post up
Now he fully loaded (Ah)
Thirty in my magazine
Let's shoot it out 'bout bro
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR
(NAS') we be on some motion
(Ha) , run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked
That's 'bout a hundred balls
Jump Out leave 'em stretched
I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fifties on this MAC, all black
We gon' knock 'em off
That lil' nigga on some Loc shit
(Clatt) , two hundred bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached
To Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch
I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
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