Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blueprint , by - Quando Rondo. Release date: 16.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blueprint |
| Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that’s 'bout a hundred rods |
| Jump Out Gang leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah |
| Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off |
| That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul |
| Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha) |
| Kiyah, that’s my new bitch, I got her some blue shit |
| See what I’m sayin', I got the blueprint |
| Amiri denim dripping with it, cost me you can’t fucking pay |
| Shot up my ex behind the ceiling 'cause this bitch don’t love me, nigga |
| Shots fired off right by the building, I advised you not to play |
| .556 and .308 rip up they block, then you get paid |
| New four-five Glock like Jump Out shake, that JOG, I’m Jump Out Gang |
| We break 'em down and bag 'em up, ran up a hundred in a day |
| Four in the morning, me and Buddha, all my jewelry on the haste |
| Lil' shawty fuck, she love to rock my blue bandana 'round her face |
| Full master foreign, roll that opp pack in the air straight to the face |
| Backseat, I’m snorting off a Xanax, plus some pint of purple maple |
| That’s my lil' homie on the corner serving rocks and bangin' A |
| Fans, they be trollin' like we hiding but we out totin' on eights |
| Mercedes stolen bend they block, then let off shots that new AK |
| I’m sipping potion, roll another dead opp straight to the face |
| I’m rockin' Comme des Garçons, got fed up, then caught a case |
| I bet that you won’t make it home, his head bust and you get paid |
| Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS') |
| We be on some motion (Ha), run out, knock a fan off (Ha) |
| Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that’s 'bout a hundred rods |
| Jump Out Gang leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah |
| Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off |
| That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul |
| Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha) |
| Kiyah, that’s my new bitch, I got her some blue shit with us |
| See what I’m sayin', I got the blueprint |
| You know Lil Timmy really 'bout it, I be tryna tell him chill |
| Got all these Perkies in my body, wildin', fuck it, pop a pill |
| Don’t even go inside the projects since Lil JaJa, he got killed |
| I bet that bitch go blocker, blocker, all these stocks inside my steel |
| You know lil' JumpOutBlacc be driving by like, you might just get killed |
| Ju-ju-jump out with them straps, I’m styling, Balmain on my heels |
| Rollin' that pressure 'til he drop, we got 'em all, run up a mil' |
| I’m like the boss man on my section, rip that codeine out the seal |
| My family filled up with straight dope fiends and it’s been like that for years |
| I’m such a stupid motherfucker, why the fuck they gave me Ms? |
| We tote them guns and empty clips, big murder one, I’m from 'em Crips |
| Bro wonder, «Quan, he grip the witters?» |
| It’s just the fucking life I live |
| (Boom, bah, skrrt) |
| Oh-oh, he Rollin' (Baow) |
| Black rock through the cut, hundred round tryna rip them open (Baow) |
| Corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded (Ah) |
| Thirty in my magazine, that shoot it out if I approach 'em |
| Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS') |
| We be on some motion (Ha), run out, knock a fan off (Ha) |
| Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that’s 'bout a hundred rods |
| Jump Out Gang leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah |
| Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off |
| That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul |
| Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha) |
| Kiyah, that’s my new bitch, I got her some blue shit |
| See what I’m sayin', I got the blueprint |