Quando Rondo - Heat Tucked lyrics

Tyquian Terrel Bowman

[Quando Rondo - Heat Tucked lyrics]

I got thirty in my forty and
You know this shit retarded, huh
(Shout out my nigga Synco)
Ha, ha, ha, it's up, it's up brr

Mask on, we gon' knock him off
I'm off a CashApp
I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap
I'm off a PayPal black chrome
Metal on the handle, where that kite now?
Jakiyah, bring yo' ass home
Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down
Last long
We gon' up the score and burn the town down
Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse
Ralph Lauren
Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound
Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets
Through yo' whole house

762 and 556s, we uppin', and no
Ain't no missin' ridin' for my ambition
Ballin' on seven sixes
Lil' shawty, she got a nigga
I fuck her and call her sister
Screamin' out "Fuck the system
" I'm rockin out with my niggas
S-Sosa wе up them pistols
I'm pourin' out lean and liquor
J-Jump-Out-Gang we thе sickest
These niggas know who official
Section 8, they can get it
And anybody who wit' 'em
Yesterday with the fifty
We hit him all in the temple
Ronald Reagan, uh, presidential
Tint the window, uh
Out of state, uh, purple baby in my swisher
Roddy Ricch, stick inside the box
We creep then wet 'em up
Everyday I be drippin' sauce
Like on the regular

Mask on, we gon' knock him off
I'm off a CashApp
I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap
I'm off a PayPal black chrome
Metal on the handle, where that kite now?
Jakiyah, bring yo' ass home
Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down
Last long
We gon' up the score and burn the town down
Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse
Ralph Lauren
Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound
Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets
Through yo' whole house

Just make sure that stick in reach
Play with my clique and you deceased
4trey opps 'cause I can free easy
'Cause I be mad at hood
Either hood be mad at me
But, if you ever play with the hood
We gon' beat you 'til you bleed
I put that shit on and
We go bangin' from the bleachers
Lil' homie know this paper good
He bound to stank ya for a feature
Roll up some weed, like, "What up wit' em?"
I'm blowin' purple baby reefer
Wait, let's get this understood, boy
I'm a murder baby demon
Payback, I be sippin' mud, came from the mud
Uh, left foot creep, ooh
Walkin' with that heater
I bought the body from Lul Timm
It's both of ours, rest in pee
Magazine and Glocks extension stocks
Inside my Nina
Watch I do my dance, look how I walk
I got that heat tucked

Mask on, we gon' knock him off
I'm off a CashApp
I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap
I'm off a PayPal black chrome
Metal on the handle, where that kite now?
Jakiyah, bring yo' ass home
Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down
Last long
We gon' up the score and burn the town down
Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse
Ralph Lauren
Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound
Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets
Through yo' whole house

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