Quando Rondo - Trophies lyrics
Quando Rondo [Tyquian Terrel Bowman] Savannah, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Quando Rondo - Trophies lyrics]
(Cxb, know he go crazy)
One time, one time, send it up to the savior
(Hey, DVOSK) uh
(Yo, vicky) oh
One time send a prayer to the savior
This for my nigga locked in prison
Or the one in the graveyard (Oh)
Inshallah, can you do me a favor?
Open my eyes so I can separate
The real from the fake ones (yeah)
Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin' to the sky before
We load up and spin it
Big Smith & Wesson on my
Side, you trust somebody, you silly
Shit, I'm a ticket
If they catch me they collectin' a million
Stupid decisions got my nigga doin'
Ten up in prison we was born to take a fall
That's just the color our skin is baby girl
I need you on my side just
From the way that I'm livin'
I'm in my aunty Freda
House, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out
And then this song got invented unc' said
"Don't pull that heater out unless
You shootin' to kill it"
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the fifth if I'm guilty
All these bodies on my conscious
Got me feelin' like Timmy
California reppin', independent
Pistol slangin', i'm bangin'
To the day I die, you know
I'm in it, until then, i maintain it
I tote that fire
Peezy a trapper, fifty-five for a painkiller
He don't comply, he got to die
You see that rapper, I stained him
Three hundred-thousand up in twenties
Who go the hardest? We catch him
Cxb, he record me like a artist
Met that boy up in Texas
Pab tryna dodge these RICO
Charges like Young Thug, that my best friend
Bitch, I'm a problem and I promise
You gon' leave on a stretcher
And I just wanna rock this size
From Miami to Texas
Plain Jane Rollie on my wife
I spent a buck on a neckless
Say, "Lil' whoadie, I'm just grindin'
Tryna run me a check up"
He spent six-figures on her
Body back-to back, she next up
Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin' to the sky before
We load up and spin it
Big Smith & Wesson on my
Side, you trust somebody, you silly
Shit, I'm a ticket
If they catch me they collectin' a million
Stupid decisions got my nigga doin'
Ten up in prison we was born to take a fall
That's just the color our skin is baby girl
I need you on my side just
From the way that I'm livin'
I'm in my aunty Freda
House, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out
And then this song got invented unc' said
"Don't pull that heater out unless
You shootin' to kill it"
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the fifth if I'm guilty
All these bodies on my conscious
Got me feelin' like Timmy
You know, I ain't
I ain't really trippin' on this
Shit that they call life
You know 'cause we live to die, you know?
You know, I'ma die filthy rich though
You know? Fuck 'em
One time, one time, send it up to the savior
(Hey, DVOSK) uh
(Yo, vicky) oh
One time send a prayer to the savior
This for my nigga locked in prison
Or the one in the graveyard (Oh)
Inshallah, can you do me a favor?
Open my eyes so I can separate
The real from the fake ones (yeah)
Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin' to the sky before
We load up and spin it
Big Smith & Wesson on my
Side, you trust somebody, you silly
Shit, I'm a ticket
If they catch me they collectin' a million
Stupid decisions got my nigga doin'
Ten up in prison we was born to take a fall
That's just the color our skin is baby girl
I need you on my side just
From the way that I'm livin'
I'm in my aunty Freda
House, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out
And then this song got invented unc' said
"Don't pull that heater out unless
You shootin' to kill it"
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the fifth if I'm guilty
All these bodies on my conscious
Got me feelin' like Timmy
California reppin', independent
Pistol slangin', i'm bangin'
To the day I die, you know
I'm in it, until then, i maintain it
I tote that fire
Peezy a trapper, fifty-five for a painkiller
He don't comply, he got to die
You see that rapper, I stained him
Three hundred-thousand up in twenties
Who go the hardest? We catch him
Cxb, he record me like a artist
Met that boy up in Texas
Pab tryna dodge these RICO
Charges like Young Thug, that my best friend
Bitch, I'm a problem and I promise
You gon' leave on a stretcher
And I just wanna rock this size
From Miami to Texas
Plain Jane Rollie on my wife
I spent a buck on a neckless
Say, "Lil' whoadie, I'm just grindin'
Tryna run me a check up"
He spent six-figures on her
Body back-to back, she next up
Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin' to the sky before
We load up and spin it
Big Smith & Wesson on my
Side, you trust somebody, you silly
Shit, I'm a ticket
If they catch me they collectin' a million
Stupid decisions got my nigga doin'
Ten up in prison we was born to take a fall
That's just the color our skin is baby girl
I need you on my side just
From the way that I'm livin'
I'm in my aunty Freda
House, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out
And then this song got invented unc' said
"Don't pull that heater out unless
You shootin' to kill it"
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the fifth if I'm guilty
All these bodies on my conscious
Got me feelin' like Timmy
You know, I ain't
I ain't really trippin' on this
Shit that they call life
You know 'cause we live to die, you know?
You know, I'ma die filthy rich though
You know? Fuck 'em