Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiccin Shit, artist - Quando Rondo. Album song Life After Fame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Never Broke Again, QRN
Song language: English
Kiccin Shit |
Ayy |
QRN |
Rich Homie Quando nigga |
That right two, no that right three |
I’ma fuck 'em up with this one |
I’m kickin' shit in Givenchy, these ain’t no Foamposites |
I know these niggas they envy but they ain’t nobody |
My whole team fly like a private jet, ain’t no copilot |
Say he don’t know 'bout lil Quando, go ask your ho 'bout me |
Feds askin' me 'bout a shootin' but I don’t know 'bout it |
I bought a house in Atlanta but still be in them projects |
I poured a deuce in the Fanta, lean out the water faucet |
I wrap my Glock 'round my bandana, I ain’t with all that talkin' |
I got some charges that’s pending, assaults that’s aggravated |
First nigga blew in my city so they supposed to hate me |
I done made over a hundred grand, I ain’t graduated |
I done did time in the can, came home, went back to the basics |
You can’t hang around me 'cause you capped up |
You don’t like me and I don’t like you |
This young nigga with me strapped up |
If you move wrong he might shoot |
Rich Homie Quando, that’s right two |
Drippin' sauce on 'em like Ragu |
Say you gettin' money, I got a bag too |
That’s right two, nigga |
Too official with that pistol, I’m gon' shoot that |
Have some young niggas on your head just like a durag |
And I’m so crip, I take a shower with a blue rag |
And I can’t walk up out my house without my blue flag |
He ain’t really who he claim to be, lame to me |
Nigga really a game to me like Atari |
This young nigga who came with me, he geeked up off that molly |
I’m in Magic City with the racks out |
If I threw a party it’s packed out |
Hit her from the back, pull her tracks out |
Young rich nigga in the crack house |
I was locked up but I’m back out |
And I’m on these niggas' neck |
I should get sponsored by Nike 'cause I’m all about a check |
They know I’m up next |
I figure that’s why they hated on me |
This for all the bitches who traded on me |
This for my mama, she waited on me |
That brand new Rollie, I’m waitin' on it |
These diamonds 'round my neck, I swear I put that paper on it |
This big Glock forty, I can’t wait to put a laser on it |
I might just go and buy a condo in Decatur homie |
I’m kickin' shit in Givenchy, these ain’t no Foamposites |
I know these niggas they envy but they ain’t nobody |
My whole team fly like a private jet, ain’t no copilot |
Say he don’t know 'bout lil Quando, go ask your ho 'bout me |
Feds askin' me 'bout a shootin' but I don’t know 'bout it |
I bought a house in Atlanta but still be in them projects |
I poured a deuce in the Fanta, lean out the water faucet |
I wrap my Glock 'round my bandana, I ain’t with all that talkin' |
I got some charges that’s pending, assaults that’s aggravated |
First nigga blew in my city so they supposed to hate me |
I done made over a hundred grand, I ain’t graduated |
I done did time in the can, came home, went back to the basics |