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Quando Rondo

Genres: Hip-Hop

Abg Lyrics - Quando Rondo

Through the cut, with Pabb, we gon' bang on 'em 

Leeky in the backseat with that chopper, we gon' swang on 'em 

And all my drawers be Ralph Lauren 

Twenty-three shots to his car, Michael Jordan 

Brrt, bah bah bah 

Mmh, mmh, mmh 

This be the fast nigga, gang 

My gang or no gang, yeah 

Tell me what's the problem, we can handle that 

Hit up Pabb or Leeky and I guarantee they cancel that 

Hah, I guarantee they cancel that 

Quando Rondo nigga 

Leeky told me if you love your nigga love him to the fullest 

Don't put your trust up in these bitches, put 'em in the bullets 

I told my brother Light that this that life before fame 

I could do a hundred years and I still won't change 

These other niggas in the streets, they just tryna make a name 

He don't want that beef with me 'cause I'ma hit him with the flames 

Murder on my mind, he must not heard my last song 

I was locked up in that cell, Re had twenty-three a song 

He ain't 'bout that lifestyle that he puttin' in them songs 

I'm ridin' for my niggas, I told 'em that's right or wrong 

Ray Bans, this shit just don't seem right 

All my niggas chase bands, we uppin' at the green light 

Tell me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em 

Hop out on that street and put that fire on 'em 

We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em 

Leeky in the backseat and he got that big four-five on him 

Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't with it 

Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted 

Nigga ABG, anybody can get it 

Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah 

Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin' 

Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin' 

Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times 

Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah 

I made it off my block, I feel I graduated 

I just got a pistol for Christmas, but don't get decorated 

Never sober, always faded, feelin' that I'm overrated 

Mama told me just like this, you know you were born to be hated 

Instagram thuggin', that's gon' make me pull up 

Hollow tips filled to the tip, yeah my clip filled up 

Pressure hit, I'ma roll this kush up 

Sixty gang crip and I'ma throw that neighborhood up, yeah 

He say got them bands, well we got them racks too 

Thirty in my glizzy, my clip longer than a Shaq shoe 

You exposed 'cause your bro, he a rat too 

If I swang your avenue I'ma slide cross them tracks too 

Tell me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em 

Hop out on that street and put that fire on 'em 

We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em 

Leeky in the backseat and he got that big four five on him 

Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't with it 

Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted 

Nigga ABG, anybody can get it 

Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah 

Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin' 

Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin' 

Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times 

Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times, yea 

Yop another bean, I'm finna crash out 

I'ma sip this lean until it make a nigga pass out 

Internet thuggin' ain't gon' do shit but make me spazz out 

I can get your gang gang gone if we cash out 

My whole campaign strong like a bag of loud 

Once that beef on, pussy nigga ain't no backin' out 

On your street, we gon' creep with that ratchet out 

On your street, we gon' creep with that ratchet out 

One in the head, leave you dead by the stop sign 

Pop out the window with extendos then this Glock nine 

High speed chase, runnin' from two different cars 

Beefin' with two different sides, swangin' on two different blocks 

Aimin' at two different guys, uppin' with two different Glocks 

Bitch I'm uppin' with two different Glocks, yeah 

Bitch I'm uppin' with two different Glocks, 

grrah stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't with it 

Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted 

Nigga ABG, anybody can get it 

Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah 

Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin' 

Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin' 

Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times 

Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah 

 

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