Quando Rondo - Gun Smoke lyrics
Quando Rondo [Tyquian Terrel Bowman] Savannah, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Quando Rondo - Gun Smoke lyrics]
I don't know shit bout no 'murda
Gotta keep my mouth closed
Just got a brand new Desert Eagle
Wit' a cutter that fold
Shower and Bleach rip up the car
Make sure you burn all the clothes
My youngin' down to shoot to kill just
For a line of some coke
Send a text to all the opps like
Yeah we want all the smoke
We up by 6, they down by 2
They need to go fix the score
Hop out wit' poles told 'em I won't
Spare no kids or no hoes
Foot on the petal, heavy metal
Send some shots through your clothes
Take off his nose, none of
My niggas gone bend, break, or fold
Clutchin' cutters
Me and my brothers riding round smokin' dope
I gotta drop on all the opps
Hope you don't think that you low
This ain't no threat bitch this a
Promise when I catch you case-closed
Money fold, dope sold
You caught a body but told
Spent fourty-thousand on some diamonds
Got my mouth lookin' froze we sippin' lean
That's not prescription got 'em
Comin by loads lord knows
Walk in the mall and spend
Ten thousand on clothes
I don't know shit bout no 'murda
Gotta keep my mouth closed
Just got a brand new Desert Eagle
Wit' a cutter that fold
Shower and Bleach rip up the car
Make sure you burn all the clothes
My youngin' down to shoot to kill just
For a line of some coke
Send a text to all the opps like
Yeah we want all the smoke
We up by 6, they down by 2
They need to go fix the score
Hop out wit' poles told 'em I won't
Spare no kids or no hoes
Foot on the petal, heavy metal
Send some shots through your clothes
I bought a chopper than I filled it up
I catch 'em, I'ma fill 'em up
Walk, Nine headshots
Hit the corner, rip you up
Y'all better listen to the words I say
We livin' in our last days
Point-blank proven
Ci-Cigarettes and ash-treys
I don't know shit bout no 'murda
Gotta keep my mouth closed
Just got a brand new Desert Eagle
Wit' a cutter that fold
Shower and Bleach rip up the car
Make sure you burn all the clothes
My youngin' down to shoot to kill just
For a line of some coke
Send a text to all the opps like
Yeah we want all the smoke
We up by 6, they down by 2
They need to go fix the score
Hop out wit' poles told 'em I won't
Spare no kids or no hoes
Foot on the petal, heavy metal
Send some shots through your clothes
Graa, haha bitch come here