Quando Rondo - Blue Opps lyrics
Tyquian Terrel Bowman
[Quando Rondo - Blue Opps lyrics]
Hah, yeah this that don dada flow
(This that don dada music) oh Lord, ayy
No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feelin' just like Al
Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo
Wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo
Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down
It's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every
Time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started
Beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach
I got them gates in my eyes
GPS me to they block and pop
My head up like mayday
From day to night, they go
And search for opps
They know that's they payday
No name, buried his Glock
Then went and copped him an AK
Sixth grade, I had that drop
I never went to the eighth grade
Murder, I'm screaming out homicide
I run with watch and some top shottas
Who will come take your life
We live the life of Curtis Jackson
Get rich or die tryin' one shot, man down
Smile in your face 'fore you die
My label told me I make music
Make them boys go and kill
Gotta take a trip to LAX to
Get some drank for Kill Bill
I caught a rush from bustin' Glocks when
I was out in the field
Them hitters come and sweep your block
Better get a house in the hills
Them plastic cups, I'm sippin' New Orleans
Got a big black Glock with a big red beam
Whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans
I fuck off Percs, I kill off beans
Swing on they street, kill they whole team
I stopped they deal, I killed they dreams
Fuck they whole crew, that's what I mean
On grandma grave, I poured out lean
No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feelin' just like Al
Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo
Wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo
Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down
It's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every
Time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started
Beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach
I got them gates in my eyes
(This that don dada music) oh Lord, ayy
No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feelin' just like Al
Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo
Wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo
Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down
It's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every
Time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started
Beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach
I got them gates in my eyes
GPS me to they block and pop
My head up like mayday
From day to night, they go
And search for opps
They know that's they payday
No name, buried his Glock
Then went and copped him an AK
Sixth grade, I had that drop
I never went to the eighth grade
Murder, I'm screaming out homicide
I run with watch and some top shottas
Who will come take your life
We live the life of Curtis Jackson
Get rich or die tryin' one shot, man down
Smile in your face 'fore you die
My label told me I make music
Make them boys go and kill
Gotta take a trip to LAX to
Get some drank for Kill Bill
I caught a rush from bustin' Glocks when
I was out in the field
Them hitters come and sweep your block
Better get a house in the hills
Them plastic cups, I'm sippin' New Orleans
Got a big black Glock with a big red beam
Whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans
I fuck off Percs, I kill off beans
Swing on they street, kill they whole team
I stopped they deal, I killed they dreams
Fuck they whole crew, that's what I mean
On grandma grave, I poured out lean
No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feelin' just like Al
Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo
Wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo
Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down
It's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every
Time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started
Beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach
I got them gates in my eyes
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