Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life of Crime , by - Quando Rondo. Release date: 31.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life of Crime |
| The soul soldier, ha |
| Nigga, ain’t no cap in that |
| Loud up them clips, ha |
| Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that’s my fault |
| Don’t bring your ass outside if you ain’t 'bout it, we gon' draw that white |
| chalk |
| Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don’t really like y’all |
| He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off |
| I’m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time |
| Shoot at your mama, kill your par’ts every time they come 'cross the line |
| I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime |
| I’m scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime |
| They think 'bout playing with Big Perc they going in the dirt |
| I’m in they section on a bike, they come to my side, I swear I’m shooting first |
| This Smith &Wesson let off lights, on my life you going on a shirt |
| You air my name to get some likes, on your life, you going in the dirt |
| I like to fuck on her pussy every time I’m on Percs |
| I told her bend that ass over, go on and make that thing squirt |
| Two double cups, I’m sipping Tech, I sipped the soda then burped |
| Send my lil' nigga to the west, I make him take all they work |
| He rode his bike through over, thought I tried to blow the bike off |
| My niggas itching like some pests, swear they can’t wait to bite y’all |
| I got no love for a bitch, no, I won’t never wife y’all |
| So many times I walked that line, locked behind a white wall |
| I got a drop on all them niggas, we gon' burn up they trap |
| We on the 3rd with hella pistols, y’all drive by then get clapped |
| Don’t make us pull up on y’all block then take a pic on the ave |
| I put this shit in VVSs, rolling like I’m handicapped |
| Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that’s my fault |
| Don’t bring your ass outside if you ain’t 'bout it, we gon' draw that white |
| chalk |
| Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don’t really like y’all |
| He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off |
| I’m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time |
| Shoot at your mama, kill your par’ts every time they come 'cross the line |
| I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime |
| I’m scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime |
| I told them they can’t hang with me 'less they get tats in they face |
| Lil Icy beat a body now they got my nigga back in the cage |
| I catch you slipping by the store, they put that MAC in your face |
| We beat that nigga at the show, we kept our Glocks on our waists |
| The way I came up from the bottom, know I got 'em amazed |
| You niggas stuck inside the city, they can’t get up out the maze |
| I’m really God to my niggas, they come to me and pray |
| I went so hard for some niggas that’s not with me today |
| I flew a bitch out from the port and made her eat my cock off |
| Don’t make us quit that, come and kick your door, don’t make me get you knocked |
| off |
| The police took Lil Pluto Glock, he bounced back with a sawed-off |
| Now every state a nigga go, I fuck them bitches raw dog |
| See, one thing about it when you ain’t got no money or shit like that, |
| your brains end up on the curb |
| I’m running with some real hitters, real Crip niggas, real killers, |
| and every day, we posted on the 3rd |
| Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that’s my fault |
| Don’t bring your ass outside if you ain’t 'bout it, we gon' draw that white |
| chalk |
| Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don’t really like y’all |
| He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off |
| I’m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time |
| Shoot at your mama, kill your par’ts every time they come 'cross the line |
| I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime |
| I’m scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime |