Quando Rondo - Six-0 Business lyrics

(You know I stay charged up
Dubba-AA in the 'yo with me right now)
Ha, ha free Lil Top, nigga, free Lil Top out
(yeah, ayy)
(Ayo, Drum, play that bitch back)
(Ha, these niggas know what the
Fuck goin' on with us, they know)
Free Lil Top, nigga, free Lil Top out
(Dubba-AA flex)
(Neighborhood, nigga, free lil' Pluto
Where lil' Pluto 'dem? Mob)
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(yeah, you got Mike Laury)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go
(Ah, ah, ha, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go
(Ah, ah, ha, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go
(Ah, ah, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go
(Ah, ah, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot)
(This Is The Sound)

Crip nigga
I just wanna ride around broad day
And empty clips with 'em
(Shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my genes)
Ha, ha, ha trill nigga
I just wanna leave it on her
Face like a real nigga
(Like a thot, I give you everything)
Ha, ha, ha, ha kill niggas
I just wanna wear that Mike
Amiri like it's Hilfiger
(I just want them Mikе Amiri jeans)
Ha, ha, ha pills, nigga
I just wanna pop that ecstasy
And sip NyQuil with 'em
(Homiе, I just wanna sip that lean)

Shut down they block, you know we
Rock out with them poles
We 'bout all that drama (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
They play with us
You best believe his casket closed
(Uh, uh, ha) without no rubber, I be
Fuckin' on these hoes, i told my baby mama
(Ha, ha, ha) until the end, yeah
We gon' sell a lot of dope
And post up on the corner
(I'ma let y'all niggas know what
The fuck goin' on)
Ha, bad bitch, treat her like she average
Hit it from the back
I'm tryna nut all on your mattress
Then I ride 'round with straight static
Chrome Heart, big ratchet
Money on your dome, boy, my homeboy so savage
(Ha) kick a door
That Five-seveN came with a red dot
I'm smokin' dope, all out my body
Feeling just like AI
We don't give a fuck 'bout who you
Murked because that pussy dead now
All 'bout lil' Ralphy on a
Shirt, we spin they block, then I'm fine
Glock 27, murder weapon
Them pussies better be careful
All on his block where we be steppin'
We jumpin' from out a Tesla
Put him on FOX for all that rappin'
That pussy nigga gon' catch 'em
Extensions stock, G23, 'bout my Jesus piece
It's whatever it's on now
One in the head, my 45
Got niggas dead on both sides
I'm goin' fed, so tell them niggas
"Come try" them Robin jeans got angel wings
Tats on my face, I feel like Wayne
238s, we leave a stain
Bitch, this a Hellcat, not a 'Stang
I love to see her wrist bling
That's my bitch, 'bout her, you stained
Until I'm dead, I ain't gon' change
I'ma take these meds and sip this drank, ha
Dark side, Rollin' 40 Crip
Them be my brothers i look like Batman
Brand new double-R my favorite color
Bitch, I'm a pack man
We gon' dump the Glock, then after that
It's in the trash can
I never listened to my mama, like Leontae
Billy Badass
I'm traumatized from all this trauma
Homicide and it's a backhand
All on my side, we 'bout
That drama, play with us, i drop a backend
I'ma send a few more up to heaven
You catch an opp, then catch a blessing
Fall out with that Smith & Wesson
And jump out Dre house, fuck eleven
Two Percocets, then pop a Xanny
Ain't murder yet, but, boy, get ready
Down in the ground just like some treasure
Yeah
You know that we be throwin' extra, yeah
Yeah

Crip nigga
I just wanna ride around broad day
And empty clips with 'em
(Shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my genes)
Ha, ha, ha trill nigga
I just wanna leave it on her
Face like a real nigga
(Like a thot, I give you everything)
Ha, ha, ha, ha kill niggas
I just wanna wear that Mike
Amiri like it's Hilfiger
(I just want them Mike Amiri jeans)
Ha, ha, ha pills, nigga
I just wanna pop that ecstasy
And sip NyQuil with 'em
(Homie, I just wanna sip that lean)