Quando Rondo - End of Story lyrics
Quando Rondo [Tyquian Terrel Bowman] Savannah, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Quando Rondo - End of Story lyrics]
Dubba-AA flexing mook on the beats
Mmm, you know we living, we on
This Is The Sound look
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans
That ain’t one hundred, dawg
See, nowadays
It's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry
When a nigga get knocked
You ’posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot
They wouldn't have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that's understood
We had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood
Before they bust my domе
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Blood on your brother on the ground
Go and pick your mans up
Damn right, we scrеaming self-defense
He shouldn't have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that's all the evidence
See them pussy niggas shouldn't have
Ran up on me
Who the fuck said that I was hidin'? I’m
Still ridin’ 'round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight
I ain’t never had no show inside the A
Million on my head, that's what they say
That's all you got? Bitch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake
That shit a shame
I'ma live this way until they
Put me in my grave
Ayy, we be on some beast shit
We be on some rockout with that Glock out
On some G shit i be with them youngins
Really mopped out on that three shit
We be on some blaka, blow they block off
Hit they streets shit
We be on some fuckin’ hit his mama
House when his bitch in there
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans
That ain't one hundred, dawg
See, nowadays
It's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry
When a nigga get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot
They wouldn't have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that's understood
We had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood
Before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Red rum, top shotta, they play
I'm dropping a body
Right by the store with all them Crip niggas
Only life that I had what they don't know
He knocked down foenem and did
It all with no mask
Know many men, they wanna kill
Me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, woah
I don't give a fuck how no one feel
My mans ain't do nothing wrong
And if your mans wouldn't have did the same
You need to stop fucking with him
Dig what I'm saying?
And everybody think this shit a game
I already know it's murder behind this shit
Mmm, you know we living, we on
This Is The Sound look
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans
That ain’t one hundred, dawg
See, nowadays
It's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry
When a nigga get knocked
You ’posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot
They wouldn't have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that's understood
We had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood
Before they bust my domе
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Blood on your brother on the ground
Go and pick your mans up
Damn right, we scrеaming self-defense
He shouldn't have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that's all the evidence
See them pussy niggas shouldn't have
Ran up on me
Who the fuck said that I was hidin'? I’m
Still ridin’ 'round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight
I ain’t never had no show inside the A
Million on my head, that's what they say
That's all you got? Bitch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake
That shit a shame
I'ma live this way until they
Put me in my grave
Ayy, we be on some beast shit
We be on some rockout with that Glock out
On some G shit i be with them youngins
Really mopped out on that three shit
We be on some blaka, blow they block off
Hit they streets shit
We be on some fuckin’ hit his mama
House when his bitch in there
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans
That ain't one hundred, dawg
See, nowadays
It's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shit but cry
When a nigga get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot
They wouldn't have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that's understood
We had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood
Before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Red rum, top shotta, they play
I'm dropping a body
Right by the store with all them Crip niggas
Only life that I had what they don't know
He knocked down foenem and did
It all with no mask
Know many men, they wanna kill
Me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, woah
I don't give a fuck how no one feel
My mans ain't do nothing wrong
And if your mans wouldn't have did the same
You need to stop fucking with him
Dig what I'm saying?
And everybody think this shit a game
I already know it's murder behind this shit