Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song End Of Story , by - Quando Rondo. Release date: 06.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
End Of Story |
| Dubba-AA flexing |
| Mook on the beats |
| Mmm, you know we living, we on |
| This Is The Sound |
| Look |
| Sometimes the best response is none at all |
| You probably would’ve left your mans, that ain’t one hundred, dawg |
| See, nowadays, it’s like the fans doing the police job |
| Y’all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked |
| You 'posed to walk it how you talk it |
| But shit, I still ain’t got my point across |
| Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn’t have said he wrong |
| Fuck what they say, that’s understood, we had to make it home |
| I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dom |
| Lul Timmy riding right or wrong |
| Blood on your brother on the ground, go and pick your mans up |
| Damn right, we scraming self-defense, he shouldn’t have never put his hands on |
| me |
| Look at the footage, that’s all the evidence, see them pussy niggas shouldn’t |
| have ran up on me |
| Who the fuck said that I was hidin'? |
| I’m still ridin' 'round with them bands on |
| me |
| And to set the records straight, I ain’t never had no show inside the A |
| Million on my head, that’s what they say |
| That’s all you got? |
| Bitch, make it eight |
| Come run up on me, bite the bait |
| Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake |
| That shit a shame |
| I’ma live this way until they put me in my grave |
| Ayy, we be on some beast shit |
| We be on some rockout with that Glock out, on some G shit |
| I be with them youngins, really mopped out on that three shit |
| We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets shit |
| We be on some fuckin' hit his mama house when his bitch in there |
| Sometimes the best response is none at all |
| You probably would’ve left your mans, that ain’t one hundred, dawg |
| See, nowadays, it’s like the fans doing the police job |
| Y’all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked |
| You 'posed to walk it how you talk it |
| But shit, I still ain’t got my point across |
| Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn’t have said he wrong |
| Fuck what they say, that’s understood, we had to make it home |
| I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome |
| Lul Timmy riding right or wrong |
| Red rum, top shotta, they play, I’m dropping a body |
| Right by the store with all them Crip niggas, only life that I had |
| What they don’t know, he knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask |
| Know many men, they wanna kill me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, woah |
| I don’t give a fuck how no one feel |
| My mans ain’t do nothing wrong |
| And if your mans wouldn’t have did the same, you need to stop fucking with him |
| Dig what I’m saying? |
| And everybody think this shit a game |
| I already know it’s murder behind this shit |