Quando Rondo - DND & Airplanes lyrics

Ayy i try my hardest to keep back the pain
It just came my way
I gotta get back what I lost
(Home run for Sosa) ayy, yeah

You done spent fifty with the
Plug on the box
Ain't that no way to pay the bills
You done gambled all your money
Super low on funds
Nothing in the safe for real
Nine out of ten homies
Really not your friend
Watch how the fake reveal
You gotta watch the ones always money hungry
'cause them the same lil' ones
They'll pay to kill you

My phone on DND and airplane, I ain't
Got no time for them people
That mеan for everybody
No time for all that crying and
Griеving 'cause I need every dollar
I told 'em we speak no English
That's 'bout a dead body
Glock 22 that came with the titties, boy
It got the feds watching

Too many niggas and bitches be hating
So I'd rather stay to myself, ayy
I roll the dope up just like a Jamaican
I think that it's good for my health, ayy
I got the Glizzy tucked down in my britches
Don't run up, these bullets gon' melt, ayy
I really fucked over five hundred bitches and
I think it's all 'cause my wealth
Night he be kicking the
Doors in the trenches, you
Would think that he got a black belt, ayy
I had a show all the way out in
Memphis when they told me Kiko got killed
Ayy
This ain't no time for these hoes, fuck these
Bitches, I gotta go run up the cheddar, ayy
I just be sitting back minding
My business 'cause all
Of these niggas gon' change like the weather
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
They telling me to explain how I'm feeling
So that's why I wrote 'em this letter
Ayy they came around when I went to the
Ceiling, but when I was down
Tell me where you was
One thousand like one hundred
A million them birds of a
Feather gon' flock together
Project asking why my niggas be Crippin'
You know that we post on the block together
Put that boy in the box
Dirt him with the shovel
Got the city on lock, ain't nobody better
Ayy i'm Rollin' 60
So I use a blue flag just
To clean off my Beretta
Tat my name on your titties
Make me feel special
Got my foot on they neck
I can't never let up
Shawty claim that she love me
And don't even know me
I'm tryna figure out where I met her

My phone on DND and airplane, I ain't
Got no time for them people
That mean for everybody
No time for all that crying and
Grieving 'cause I need every dollar
I told 'em we speak no English
That's 'bout a dead body
Glock 22 that came with the titties, boy
It got the feds watching

I ain't gon' lie
It be so much fake love in there
I don't be wanting no parts of it
'Cause then I be wanting to explain
Like, how I feel to people, but then, shit
I just sit back and notice that
Too many niggas and bitches be hating
So I'd rather stay to myself, ayy
I roll the dope up just like a Jamaican
I think that it's good for my health, ayy
I got the Glizzy tucked down in my britches
Don't run up, these bullets gon' melt, ayy
I really fucked over five hundred bitches and
I think it's all 'cause my wealth