Quando Rondo - Dead Guy lyrics

Can't find a way to leave the
Streets, from day to night
I kill my time off dubba-AA flexin’
Louie Bandz made another one d major, baby
Ooh, by the Redeye
Shawty dreamt it even though he a dead guy
This is the sound

Swerved past the block in that new Redeye
I parked the Maybach by the park
Then I jumped out with that chrome
He crossed the line, now he a dead guy
Jump out the Jag, up with
The Mac like, "Pussy boy
I'm tryna see what you on"
By the fact she put me last
I know shawty a rida
Beat the track, won't never tell lies
Ridin’ around, she'll never
Beat to questions, so I stick by her side
Can't even lie
A gangsta bitch keep that same
Look in her eyes
On the same corner where they sling iron
It's kinda hard for me to follow

Go back and tie 'round the clip with a rod
Late night we spinnin'
I'ma live my life like I
Just might die tomorrow
Word from the trenches one thing fo' sho’
Ain’t know them soldiers well taught
(Glocks with extensions)
Heart gettin' colder, I take a
Look up to God, i’m 'bout to sin
Rolled up that doja in a cuban cigar
Promethazine my soda
Opened the files, you made
A statement, two pages
Ripped out the folder they like
"Can you use?" Need a pot to
Cook up crack with no soul
Hit it when the far stove overheated
Peezy made it jump over
(Boom, boom, boom, bow) late night we slide
Dream 'bout the code of the killers
Woopty-woop, dime over power
We drop tears in a river
Question they ask is, "Who bust his dome?"
Word, on the street, my lil' nigga
Tryna find love out on the street corner
It get colder than -trilla

Swerved past the block in that new Redeye
I parked the Maybach by the park
Then I jumped out with that chrome
He crossed the line, now he a dead guy
Jump out the Jag, up with
The Mac like, "Pussy boy
I’m tryna see what you on"
By the fact she put me last
I know shawty a rida
Beat the track, won't never tell lies
Ridin' around, she'll never
Beat to questions, so I stick by her side
Can't even lie
A gangsta bitch keep that same
Look in her eyes
On the same corner where they sling iron
It's kinda hard for me to follow

Walked 'round that corner with that
Glock in your hand, let 'em know what's what
Nigga tried to kill Lul Timm, got shot
In his hand, that's why we smokin', burnin'
Screamin' that number that come
Right after ten
Late night we screamin' murder
Every nigga with me got more than a ten
That's in my fuckin' circle
Way 'fore the fame, all my life
Bitch we been bangin' C's
Them people told me, "Shame on me
" you tried to put the blame on me
Two Michael Jordan, 223s
Them niggas know we slang that heat
Them boys out West don't want no beef
I dropped a check that's six feet deep
My left hand man, he doin' fed time
He told me have that big four nickle with
That pickle for the day he come home
Ooh, it hurt me heart when I hit real love
Who plot to bust lil' Leaky dome?
One thing they know 'bout jump out gang
We tryna see what you want

Swerved past the block in that new Redeye
I parked the Maybach by the park
And I jumped out with that chrome
He crossed the line, now he a dead guy
Jump out the Jag, up with
The Mac like, "Pussy boy
I'm tryna see what you on"
By the fact she put me last
I know shawty a rida
Beat the track, won't never tell lies
Ridin' around, she'll never
Beat to questions, so I stick by her side
Can't even lie
A gangsta bitch keep that same
Look in her eyes
On the same corner where they sling iron
It's kinda hard for me to follow

That's the truth, you niggas told a lie
This is the sound
Next time y'all talk about me
Y'all niggas tell 'em I
Really came from nothin'
Can't find a way to leave the
Streets, from day to night
I kill my time off