Quando Rondo - GTA lyrics

We livin' life like GTA, Grand Theft Auto
Yellow Tape for my revolver
My homie keep his mask on
That dirty K: the problem solver
My momma told me bring my ass home
Quit thuggin' with my shottas
But momma these my partners right or wrong
They know I got 'em
I can go no way without my shotty
I know niggas wanna lay me down
I see the opps inside this party
Walk outside and we gon' spray you down
I'm on the block
Ain't never hidin' leave a body
In a vacant house
We responsible for half these cold
Cases in the town
Hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin'
Jumpin' out the gym posted by the sto'
I got that 40 that I got from Tim
I can't leave the house without it on me


That's just how I live
I can't leave the house without it on me
That might get me killed
Motorola churpin', I'm up early
Every morning serving
Fresh to death like murder
Super clean just like some dish detergent
Killers on my left, that Stephen Curry
Love to empty thirties
We got bricks and up and I ain't worried
Know the police lurkin'

No Kodak Black but keep a sniper
Jump Out Gang some Jackboys
Even though that I don't like him
Tell 'em "Free Lil Jackboy" matter fact
I need to write him god damn
Lil shawty bad don't think her
Pants can't get no tighter
I told Lil D, these niggas
Rush, you catch a hat, then keep it quiet
Moped Loc' will leave his head
Right by the tire
I'm with that drop dead smoke
You play for keeps, get hit with fire
All blue dickie fit
Yeah this that murder man attire
Pick up the phone like who you with
I swear to god this bitch a liar
I gotta bone I gotta pick
Walk in the jungle like a tiger
Outside his home I got that fifth
For tryna talk to my Jakaiyah
Extension with that switch
I'm livin' life like Michael Myers
Body in a boat tie

Yeah Rockstar Robin Jeans might not make it
I might just psyche out in this bitch
Like wait 'til Quando Rondo make this
I can get you wiped out we ain't fakin'
We draw that white chalk clean on maintenance
We up the sco' that's day by day
This for that ho' go make yo' grave
We livin' life like GTA, Grand Theft Auto
Yellow Tape for my revolver
My homie keep his mask on
That dirty K: the problem solver
My momma told me bring my ass home
Quit thuggin' with my shottas
But momma these my partners right or wrong
They know I got 'em
I can go no way without my shotty
I know niggas wanna lay me down
I see the opps inside this party
Walk outside and we gon' spray you down
I'm on the block
Ain't never hidin' leave a body
In a vacant house
We responsible for half these cold
Cases in the town
Hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin'
Jumpin' out the gym posted by the sto'
I got that 40 that I got from Tim
I can't leave the house without it on me
That's just how I live
I can't leave the house without it on me
That might get me killed

Got that symbol on the
Stick, like "Ouh shit"
He send 'bout twenty-three
Glock 45 with the LED god damn, that boy
That ain't even in the streets
Got 2-Black in the back
He gon' throw up the 3
Robbin' out with the Mac
Hit that boy with the heat
Hit that bitch from the back
When I know she gon' leave mh mh mhhhhhh
And we ain't lettin' shit slide
Young JOG it's dumb here
I'm down to snatch a nigga brain
So more than likely you won't come here
You try to run
We run you down like fuck that "Come here!"
Rugers and four pounds`ll get to
Blowin' like a drum here
Yeah Rockstar Robin Jeans might not make it
I might just psyche out in this bitch
Like wait 'til Quando Rondo make this
I can get you wiped out we ain't fakin'
We draw that white chalk clean on maintenance
We up the sco' that's day by day
This for that ho' go make yo' grave

A hundred bows inside the trap I'm
Startin' to feel like Uncle Sam
A hundred bows inside the trap
I feel like Uncle Sam