Quando Rondo - Soul Reaper lyrics

Ha (Ha, ha) they got me fucked up if they
Thinking I ain't gon' rock out
(Rock out, rock out)
(Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe, Yo Vicky)

They got me fucked up if they thinking I
Ain't gon' rock out like I'm pussy
Go call the cops, we draw the
Chops, switch on the Glock, hit like a fully
Holding thirty shots, skraight with my rod
Wait 'til it's dark, jump out the bushes
We screaming, "Fuck a nine to five
" I'm on the block gripping a toolie
All out the roof, that stick
Go boom, bam, rundown, chopper
Make the gun sound
I know they hate I live a gangster lifestyle
Can't go nowhere without that banger
'cause my life wild
Nigga ran up on me then we sprayed him
I'm talking lights out
Wе do the dash in that Durango
Jumped out with that pipe out
So tеll 'em pipe down

My grandma told me that I'm
Close to my casket
That's why I keep a ratchet
Thirty clip on me with that
Stick in the backseat
Lets see who 'bout that action
Switch on that MAC, yeah we gon'
Up it and blast it, this bitch a automatic
He made a diss, wait 'til the
Day that we catch him
We gon' see who really savage
I had to cut off my lil' bitch
For treating me like I'm average
Jump out that tree gripping that stick and
Let that fuck nigga have it
Load up them Glocks, walk down the street
We gon' do this shit here forever
Extension stock, G23
I'm tryna knock off a rapper
I'm on my block, boy, come and creep
I don't think you want no real static
I don't give a fuck 'bout who got beat
It's 'bout who got turned to ashes
We steady passin' out skretchers
Tats on my back, famous Dexter
I'm from the bottom of the 'jects
We bang 6-0 in my section
Girl, you ain't more than my best friend
I only trust in that Wesson we hit the A
I95 then bought some Glocks out the West End
223 and 556, I bet it cave that boy chest in
Realest shit I heard from my lil' partner
Is like load up and let's spin

They got me fucked up if they thinking I
Ain't gon' rock out like I'm pussy
Go call the cops, we draw the
Chops, switch on the Glock, hit like a fully
Holding thirty shots, skraight with my rod
Wait 'til it's dark, jump out the bushes
We screaming, "Fuck a nine to five
" I'm on the block gripping a toolie
All out the roof, that stick
Go boom, bam, rundown, chopper
Make the gun sound
I know they hate I live a gangster lifestyle
Can't go nowhere without that banger
'cause my life wild
Nigga ran up on me then we sprayed him
I'm talking lights out
We do the dash in that Durango
Jumped out with that pipe out
So tell 'em pipe down (Pipe down)