Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How'd I Make It, artist - Quando Rondo.
Date of issue: 07.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How'd I Make It |
Pure codeine in a double cup |
My whole team really love it all |
Stacking all these racks money double up |
Trash bags full of gas it out the mud |
Pure codeine bitches |
Talk to me take a seat off the chair |
Big difference is they can’t even compare |
I’m the man off my town I should run for the mayor |
Ay, ay |
2 foreign back tryna fuck on me inside the studio |
And this ain’t enough time I’m on 2 flights I’m flying cross the globe |
I’d be lying if I say you ain’t cross my mind before |
Blame it on the Xanax for them time that I forgot I was broke |
Ay, ay, ay, I stood on the block with a Glock with the MF savage |
I served all these rocks just to stack up the guap I ain’t have shit |
You can see 'em from far you can ask all the opp 'bout a |
I might pull a drop top double lot I say ghost where the bad bitches |
I came in the game with the gang on my shoulders how the fuck I make it this far |
Wanna post on the block that I claim where the soldier nigga gotta go and kill |
an opp |
I pour a line of that lean in a soda kit kept cooling on ours |
Trash bags licky vicky the odor I’m smoking vuscatti that came out the jar |
Your lame ass tried to cross me caught him red handed hand in the cookie jar |
I took a loss of the laws I guess that what made me a boss |
I told lil timmy make them nigga pay 'em or they can’t even hustle on his block |
I kept it real with them niggas, I stood in the field with them niggas they |
changed on me |
Collect call that what evicted the mf hitta' the victim won’t sang on me |
If you gon' get me bust I’m gon' bang on you |
Fuck a bitch, got no trust, fuck my main homie |
Off the hip got a Glock with your name on it |
On his street let off shots leave a stain on it |
Get my youngin' to water you off of the molly, leave some blood on they cement |
like pain on me |
Bitches came in the rari with foolie and mari, you know that I rock with that |
thang on me |
Niggas walk in a party while geeked up off molly if that lil nigga play, |
he stanked on |
My lil dawg in the system for robbing these niggas the word on the street he |
got change on it |
That’s a no no I’m not saving no thot |
Tony romo 17 in this Glock |
Took a foreign stolo like it came off the lot |
Drop a 3 and that 2 make it jump in the pot |
Double back with the soda the yoda gone lock |
When I come out the kitchen gone make rerock |
They need to clean in aisle I just came from I should just let a nigga walk |
behind me with a mop |
Tell 'em what you said |
Is it my necklace on my heart what’s feeling colder |
I tried to tell her she had our daughter |
Too many people don’t make it where I growed up |
Came in the game I had my world on my shoulders |
Pure codeine in a double cup |
My whole team really love it all |
Stacking all these racks money double up |
Trash bags full of gas it out the mud |
Pure codeine bitches |
Talk to me take a seat off the chair |
Big difference is they can’t even compare |
I’m the man off my town I should run for the mayor |