Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DND & AirPlanes , by - Quando Rondo. Release date: 05.05.2021
Song language: English
DND & AirPlanes |
| Ayy |
| I try my hardest to keep back the pain, it just came my way |
| I gotta get back what I lost (Home run for Sosa) |
| Ayy, yeah |
| You done spent fifty with the plug on the box, ain’t that no way to pay the |
| bills |
| You done gambled all your money, super low on funds, nothing in the safe for |
| real |
| Nine out of ten homies really not your friend, watch how the fake reveal |
| You gotta watch the ones always money hungry, 'cause them the same lil' ones |
| they’ll pay to kill you |
| My phone on DND and airplane, I ain’t got no time for them people, |
| that man for everybody |
| No time for all that crying and griving 'cause I need every dollar |
| I told 'em we speak no English, that’s 'bout a dead body |
| Glock 22 that came with the titties, boy, it got the feds watching |
| Too many niggas and bitches be hating so I’d rather stay to myself, ayy |
| I roll the dope up just like a Jamaican, I think that it’s good for my health, |
| ayy |
| I got the Glizzy tucked down in my britches, don’t run up, these bullets gon' |
| melt, ayy |
| I really fucked over five hundred bitches and I think it’s all 'cause my wealth |
| Night he be kicking the doors in the trenches, you would think that he got a |
| black belt, ayy |
| I had a show all the way out in Memphis when they told me Kiko got killed, ayy |
| This ain’t no time for these hoes, fuck these bitches, I gotta go run up the |
| cheddar, ayy |
| I just be sitting back minding my business 'cause all of these niggas gon' |
| change like the weather (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| They telling me to explain how I’m feeling, so that’s why I wrote 'em this |
| letter, ayy |
| They came around when I went to the ceiling, but when I was down, |
| tell me where you was |
| One thousand like one hundred, a million them birds of a feather gon' flock |
| together |
| Project asking why my niggas be Crippin', you know that we post on the block |
| together |
| Put that boy in the box, dirt him with the shovel |
| Got the city on lock, ain’t nobody better, ayy |
| I’m Rollin' 60, so I use a blue flag just to clean off my Beretta |
| Tat my name on your titties, make me feel special |
| Got my foot on they neck, I can’t never let up |
| Shawty claim that she love me and don’t even know me |
| I’m tryna figure out where I met her |
| My phone on DND and airplane, I ain’t got no time for them people, |
| that mean for everybody |
| No time for all that crying and grieving 'cause I need every dollar |
| I told 'em we speak no English, that’s 'bout a dead body |
| Glock 22 that came with the titties, boy, it got the feds watching |
| I ain’t gon' lie |
| It be so much fake love in there, I don’t be wanting no parts of it |
| 'Cause then I be wanting to explain |
| Like, how I feel to people, but then, shit, I just sit back and notice that |
| Too many niggas and bitches be hating so I’d rather stay to myself, ayy |
| I roll the dope up just like a Jamaican, I think that it’s good for my health, |
| ayy |
| I got the Glizzy tucked down in my britches, don’t run up, these bullets gon' |
| melt, ayy |
| I really fucked over five hundred bitches and I think it’s all 'cause my wealth |