Quando Rondo - No Smoke lyrics
Quando Rondo [Tyquian Terrel Bowman] Savannah, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Quando Rondo - No Smoke lyrics]
Load up the glizzy with two
Extensions drum with the fifty
When I up it, it ain't no missing
Shoot til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song
Anybody can get it
I'm on my road to them riches
I ain't stressin' these bitches
Reverse the clip and spend the
Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool
Points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village where niggas
Really clutchin' extensions and that's
On crip the beef ain't squashed
Til somebody be missin'
Jumped off the porch cause I was broke
I got them bands now light up a port
Cock back my pole and knock his mans down
And all that Instagram thuggin gone
Get you ran down and we ain't playin round
Choppers get to sprayin' rounds
And when it's up I swear
It's stuck no ain't understandin'
I dropped a bag with my advance
That I got from Atlantic
Jumped out with sticks and Glocks with
Dicks and them niggas had panic
The way that K stutter you'd
Think it speakin' in Spanish
Shots to the brain if he ever
Think about touchin' my chain
Brand new draco sound rusty but when
It shoot it spit flames
Glock twenty-three extended clips call
It LeBron James heard of Lil Tim, he OTM
When he shoot he got aim
Load up the glizzy with two
Extensions drum with the fifty
When I up it, it ain't no missing
Shoot til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song
Anybody can get it
I'm on my road to the riches
I ain't stressin' these bitches
Reverse the clip and spend the
Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool
Points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village with niggas
Really clutchin' extensions and that's
On crip the beef ain't squashed
Til somebody be missin'
They hated on that Life Before Fame
Well this the life after
Hitlist got a book of names nigga
Don't make the next chapter
Since you actin' like it's smoke with us
Fuck it we handin' out cancer
He wish he never spoke on us catch
Him at church and murk the pastor
I'm having visions of killin' bodies
Bout to be missin
I'm dressin' up in black dickies you
Know lil' Leaky with me
Feds say the shit is ridiculous
Lil' Quando run the city
Two hundreds holes in your car the
News say we over did it
I drop a bag in the morning
Tonight you on a stretcher
I'm ridin' round in a foreign
Grippin' on a she'll catcha
My youngin do it outta love but
I'ma still bless 'em and if
He bring me back yo head
Shid I'ma give 'em extra
Load up the glizzy with two
Extensions drum with the fifty
When I up it, it ain't no missing
Shoot til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song
Anybody can get it
I'm on my road to the riches
I ain't stressin' these bitches
Reverse the clip and spend the
Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool
Points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village with niggas
Really clutchin' extensions and that's
On crip the beef ain't squashed'
Til somebody be missin'
Extensions drum with the fifty
When I up it, it ain't no missing
Shoot til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song
Anybody can get it
I'm on my road to them riches
I ain't stressin' these bitches
Reverse the clip and spend the
Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool
Points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village where niggas
Really clutchin' extensions and that's
On crip the beef ain't squashed
Til somebody be missin'
Jumped off the porch cause I was broke
I got them bands now light up a port
Cock back my pole and knock his mans down
And all that Instagram thuggin gone
Get you ran down and we ain't playin round
Choppers get to sprayin' rounds
And when it's up I swear
It's stuck no ain't understandin'
I dropped a bag with my advance
That I got from Atlantic
Jumped out with sticks and Glocks with
Dicks and them niggas had panic
The way that K stutter you'd
Think it speakin' in Spanish
Shots to the brain if he ever
Think about touchin' my chain
Brand new draco sound rusty but when
It shoot it spit flames
Glock twenty-three extended clips call
It LeBron James heard of Lil Tim, he OTM
When he shoot he got aim
Load up the glizzy with two
Extensions drum with the fifty
When I up it, it ain't no missing
Shoot til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song
Anybody can get it
I'm on my road to the riches
I ain't stressin' these bitches
Reverse the clip and spend the
Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool
Points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village with niggas
Really clutchin' extensions and that's
On crip the beef ain't squashed
Til somebody be missin'
They hated on that Life Before Fame
Well this the life after
Hitlist got a book of names nigga
Don't make the next chapter
Since you actin' like it's smoke with us
Fuck it we handin' out cancer
He wish he never spoke on us catch
Him at church and murk the pastor
I'm having visions of killin' bodies
Bout to be missin
I'm dressin' up in black dickies you
Know lil' Leaky with me
Feds say the shit is ridiculous
Lil' Quando run the city
Two hundreds holes in your car the
News say we over did it
I drop a bag in the morning
Tonight you on a stretcher
I'm ridin' round in a foreign
Grippin' on a she'll catcha
My youngin do it outta love but
I'ma still bless 'em and if
He bring me back yo head
Shid I'ma give 'em extra
Load up the glizzy with two
Extensions drum with the fifty
When I up it, it ain't no missing
Shoot til it's empty
Y'all must ain't heard my last song
Anybody can get it
I'm on my road to the riches
I ain't stressin' these bitches
Reverse the clip and spend the
Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted
And y'all don't get no cool
Points for that accident killin'
I'm from Hitch village with niggas
Really clutchin' extensions and that's
On crip the beef ain't squashed'
Til somebody be missin'