Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Ones, artist - Quando Rondo. Album song From the Neighborhood to the Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Never Broke Again, Quando Rondo
Song language: English
New Ones |
Vicasso on another one |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
SephGotTheWaves |
Whoa |
Oh, I |
Uh |
Run around with them same niggas, I ain’t thinkin' about hangin' with new ones |
I’ll go dig up them old rods, I ain’t thinkin' about buyin' no new guns |
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died, kinda hard for me to move on |
I’m tryna win, I ain’t tryna see no tie, I ain’t tryna put no suit on |
I can buy a hundred steaks and I still won’t meet the cops |
My jewelry Frosted Flakes, I barely got time to see my pops |
For the nigga who murdered Slim, no doorbell, I’ma knock 'em off |
I’ma put this Glock to work, I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah |
Nigga damn near thought about killin' myself 'cause I ain’t wanna turn twelve |
When I was in the water drownin' with them sharks, they was thinkin', «Oh well» |
High-speed chase, went and got a room with my bitch, thinkin', «Will my ho tell? |
Me and Joe Dirt locked in for life like we ain’t got no bail |
I’ma bring my mask out (Brrah) then go hunt for the opps, no Easter |
See, my bank account got a new balance, I ain’t talkin' about no sneaker |
Spray 'em down with Clorox then make the haters go sit on the bleachers |
No new friends like two twins, I still run with the same people |
Run around with them same niggas, I ain’t thinkin' about hangin' with new ones |
I’ll go dig up them old rods, I ain’t thinkin' about buyin' no new guns |
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died, kinda hard for me to move on |
I’m tryna win, I ain’t tryna see no tie, I ain’t tryna put no suit on |
I can buy a hundred steaks and I still won’t meet the cops |
My jewelry Frosted Flakes, I barely got time to see my pops |
For the nigga who murdered Slim, no doorbell, I’ma knock 'em off |
I’ma put this Glock to work, I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, throwed all my kicks away |
I got trust issues (Yeah), throwed all my kicks away |
Even my Christian Loubs, but ay, that’s how it be |
I just didn’t see it in you (Didn't see it in you) |
If I smoke cigarettes by the pack I still won’t play like it’s cool (Play like |
it’s cool) |
I wanna take a trip to Arizona |
'Cause all I think about is how I’ma put my hood on like Trayvon |
In my zone, they tote automatics |
I’ma tear Burnsville down and I’ma name my projects AutoZone |
Last night I couldn’t hear, I was too busy thinkin' 'bout death |
Water deep, I shoulda been Michael after all this pain I felt, yeah |
Everybody around me armed, like they ain’t got no legs |
I told 'em to bear with me, but I had lost a couple Teds |
I seen so many starvin', they took chances and went fed |
Dreams of BET but I’m still in the hood tryna catch a bet |
Spend a couple thousand on shoes, it’s cool, we’ll get it back tomorrow |
Runnin' with the same niggas since I was little so we gon' pull up in Ferraris |
Run around with them same niggas, I ain’t thinkin' about hangin' with new ones |
I’ll go dig up them old rods, I ain’t thinkin' about buyin' no new guns |
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died, kinda hard for me to move on |
I’m tryna win, I ain’t tryna see no tie, I ain’t tryna put no suit on |
I can buy a hundred steaks and I still won’t meet the cops |
My jewelry Frosted Flakes, I barely got time to see my pops |
For the nigga who murdered Slim, no doorbell, I’ma knock 'em off |
I’ma put this Glock to work, I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah |