Quando Rondo - Rolls Royce Umbrella lyrics

Told her jump out the Rolls
With the Rolls Royce umbrella
Momma dropped a tear of joy
'Cause her son is so successful
Momma dropped a tear for a boy
That's her son she gotta raise 'em
I had to grind out the mud
That's why my shoes was always messy
Like look how far the youngin came
From posting on the corner with Berettas
Kick in your door with big 4 O's
Get on the floor, where all the cheddar?
It wrapped around and I'ma wrap the pole
If Vice-Versa track don't work
Then I'ma hit the yo and do it better
It's a murder, mattеrfact
Give me that 30 and that Berеtta
Swinging block and emptyin' clips
Put that pussy on a stretcher
I told lil homie fuck that shit
It's gon' get cold up out the sweater
Get some head in a Benz
I'ma fuck her in a Tesla
And baby we can go wherever
Baby, I'ma have you jiggin' as long as
You keep it on the low
Baby, I'll shake ya' like some jell-o
Had to run it all the way up on another level

Baby let's go spend a bag on
Some brand new Dapper Dan
Could kick around you on some Carters
Like look like my name Lil Wayne
Tryna' see if I can fit these
Racks in my Mike Amiri pants
I need a K that's blowing black
The neighbourhood super mad
I up that K from the bottom Mac, yeah
We gon' kill you and your mans, yeah
Let's up and spray right across the tracks
With them lil nigga's heavy metal
You want me to divorce the streets
To marry you to get a marriage, yeah
Drippin' from my toe to my head up
I know lil Tooley and Pluto the hitters
Straight out apartments make it
Brand new drank off the lot
Cost 'bout half a mill'
Where I'm at, by the park
When it's time to kill
Got me feeling like 'Pac I'm above the rim
When I jump off the porch and the thugger
Louie turn on the street I'ma bend the rim
Up that bitch which a screw, put an N in him
Although I had a hurdle like the Wiggin
Freestyle this subject like Eminem
Forgiato on the tires in my rear view mirrors
I sip Promethazine in my new Amiris
Had to grind out the gutter with perseverance
I let shots out the cutter
Don't wanna hear it
I don't like my lil brother
Being on that crip shit
He used to post up by the store by himself
Whole 'lotta racks i done ran
Up a mill' ticket
Y'all niggas broke tell me what
You know 'bout me?

Told her jump out the Rolls
With the Rolls Royce umbrella
Momma dropped a tear of joy
'Cause her son is so successful
Momma dropped a tear for a boy
That's her son she gotta raise 'em
I had to grind out the mud
That's why my shoes was always messy
Like look how far the youngin came
From posting on the corner with Berettas
Kick in your door with big 4 O's
Get on the floor, where all the cheddar?
It wrapped around and I'ma wrap the pole
If Vice-Versa track don't work
Then I'ma hit the yo and do it better
It's a murder, matterfact
Give me that 30 and that Beretta
Swinging block and emptyin' clips
Put that pussy on a stretcher
I told lil homie fuck that shit
It's gon' get cold up out the sweater
Get some head in a Benz
I'ma fuck her in a Tesla
And baby we can go wherever
Baby, I'ma have you jiggin' as long as
You keep it on the low
Baby, I'll shake ya' like some jell-o
Had to run it all the way up on another level