Quando Rondo - Flawless lyrics
Quando Rondo [Tyquian Terrel Bowman] Savannah, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Quando Rondo - Flawless lyrics]
(Ayy yo, Bans, what you cookin'?) oh, yeah
Q-R-N (LC, LC)
On the way from school
We made a vow that we
Gon' blast for each other
Call it perfect timing
Since a child I spent straight
Cash for my bezel
I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds
Off shippin' packs to the fellas
My gangsta bitch the project's finest
Zach cook the crack in the kettle
My heart got broken by that bitch
Now I feel like damn I can't settle
Jumpin' out stolos, Glock with dicks
How we growed up in the ghetto
New Honda four door filled with sticks
Like we don't fold under pressure
Whole sixty days wore Dickie fit's until
I ran up somе cheddar
Late night we spin, load up thе rods
Let's put the boys on the stretcher
I drop a ten right by your yard
We making noise with Berettas
Purple codeine caught in my thoughts
Like I don't know no better
Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa
We leave straight smoke in they bedroom
Think with my dick more than my
Brain, that shit a fuckin' shame
Plus I be quick to empty clips
Like fuck the dealer, cameras and the fame
Got all this codeine in my liver plus
My killer might just be my main
Right cross the tracks
We up them forties and four-nickels
For speaking on my name
Ran up my guap then watch my people change
So many times I question the
Father like "Oh dear Allah"
Like why the fuck they got
A judge a lil' partner, came from the bottom
Life of a thug, call me QPac
Young bishop rich and ballin'
Twice I done fucked but ain't no love
So I no longer call her
The opps keep callin' from the phone
We don't wanna do no talkin'
Ayy, lil' Ralphie gone
Now we gotta make sure they
Shirts say "Long live"
Diamond in the rough, put in my watch
That came from out the projects
My pistol tucked
I know they plot even though they my partners
It's sad enough I ain't even fuck
Fell in love from the convos
Here go some billion dollar luck
Like wrap this up for Rondo
Wonderful feeling from the cups
I'm knockin' at your front door
Brick from my 'migo cost a dub
Not talking Quavo Huncho
On the way from school
We made a vow that we
Gon' blast for each other
Call it perfect timing
Since a child I spent straight
Cash for my bezel
I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds
Off shippin' packs to the fellas
My gangsta bitch the project's finest
Zach cook the crack in the kettle
My heart got broken by that bitch
Now I feel like damn I can't settle
Jumpin' out stolos, Glock with dicks
How we growed up in the ghetto
New Honda four door filled with sticks
Like we don't fold under pressure
Whole sixty days wore Dickie fit's until
I ran up some cheddar
Late night we spin, load up the rods
Let's put the boys on the stretcher
I drop a ten right by your yard
We making noise with Berettas
Purple codeine caught in my thoughts
Like I don't know no better
Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa
We leave straight smoke in they bedroom
Q-R-N (LC, LC)
On the way from school
We made a vow that we
Gon' blast for each other
Call it perfect timing
Since a child I spent straight
Cash for my bezel
I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds
Off shippin' packs to the fellas
My gangsta bitch the project's finest
Zach cook the crack in the kettle
My heart got broken by that bitch
Now I feel like damn I can't settle
Jumpin' out stolos, Glock with dicks
How we growed up in the ghetto
New Honda four door filled with sticks
Like we don't fold under pressure
Whole sixty days wore Dickie fit's until
I ran up somе cheddar
Late night we spin, load up thе rods
Let's put the boys on the stretcher
I drop a ten right by your yard
We making noise with Berettas
Purple codeine caught in my thoughts
Like I don't know no better
Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa
We leave straight smoke in they bedroom
Think with my dick more than my
Brain, that shit a fuckin' shame
Plus I be quick to empty clips
Like fuck the dealer, cameras and the fame
Got all this codeine in my liver plus
My killer might just be my main
Right cross the tracks
We up them forties and four-nickels
For speaking on my name
Ran up my guap then watch my people change
So many times I question the
Father like "Oh dear Allah"
Like why the fuck they got
A judge a lil' partner, came from the bottom
Life of a thug, call me QPac
Young bishop rich and ballin'
Twice I done fucked but ain't no love
So I no longer call her
The opps keep callin' from the phone
We don't wanna do no talkin'
Ayy, lil' Ralphie gone
Now we gotta make sure they
Shirts say "Long live"
Diamond in the rough, put in my watch
That came from out the projects
My pistol tucked
I know they plot even though they my partners
It's sad enough I ain't even fuck
Fell in love from the convos
Here go some billion dollar luck
Like wrap this up for Rondo
Wonderful feeling from the cups
I'm knockin' at your front door
Brick from my 'migo cost a dub
Not talking Quavo Huncho
On the way from school
We made a vow that we
Gon' blast for each other
Call it perfect timing
Since a child I spent straight
Cash for my bezel
I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds
Off shippin' packs to the fellas
My gangsta bitch the project's finest
Zach cook the crack in the kettle
My heart got broken by that bitch
Now I feel like damn I can't settle
Jumpin' out stolos, Glock with dicks
How we growed up in the ghetto
New Honda four door filled with sticks
Like we don't fold under pressure
Whole sixty days wore Dickie fit's until
I ran up some cheddar
Late night we spin, load up the rods
Let's put the boys on the stretcher
I drop a ten right by your yard
We making noise with Berettas
Purple codeine caught in my thoughts
Like I don't know no better
Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa
We leave straight smoke in they bedroom