Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song S2, artist - Quando Rondo. Date of issue: 27.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
S2 |
| You know nowadays everybody liabilities, they told me, «Pick a side», I said, «I'm rockin' with myself, you dig what I’m sayin'?» |
| You know, I know shit get confidential, that’s the main reason I ain’t trippin' |
| My intentions was to do what I did 'cause when I did what I did I was gon' get |
| the results to see who’s really with me |
| And it all bow down, shit, everybody turn they back on me |
| Ayy, any time they ask how I’m doin' |
| Shit, I tell 'em I’m cope aesthetic |
| Hey, if he bustdowns, he cut your poles, he locked for mails (Baow) |
| I can’t be mad if you cut me off and go find someone that’s realer (Realer) |
| Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about, that he got' make sure he familiar |
| They play with me, we blow they block down, look in the eye of a killer (Grrah) |
| Nine, nine to ten, we got them choppers out |
| Sticks inside the whip, tell bro, «Show down before the cops be on us» (Skrrt) |
| Whole hundred shots in the back when I post on the bricks, the type of time I’m |
| on |
| No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg |
| Youngin', you wait before your time, stay on your shit, that’s what my uncle |
| told me (Mmm, mmm) |
| Four hundred thousand for the tennis chain (Tennis chain) |
| I’m tryna wash the Perkies down and mix with lemonade |
| This shit I’m spittin' way too gangster, they still don’t understand |
| Finantially showin' your skirt, they still not mentalize |
| Ayy, a little soul just like mentality |
| Man on my head, I know they react in me (Uh, uh) |
| Reverse they block and under the curb (Skrrt), we let off shots soon as the |
| addy in me (Skrrt) |
| They tryna break down what I built, it took a mil' to make this masterpiece |
| I hit your line, pick up the phone 'cause in your homes, that’s why I rap in |
| geeked |
| Cops get behind us, hide my chrome inside your purse, make sure it’s best with |
| heat |
| Friendly of mind of my own, I found the plug where the best for cheap |
| I’m in your yard, come ridin' low-key, can you explain why you still lettin' me? |
| I’m still that one from shit back home, so I can’t leave unless I grab the heat |
| Still sendin' green gods to the prison, I’m in my feelings 'bout my dawg in |
| that slammer |
| He put a green night on the Glizzy thirty, repitition what we standin' on |
| And this a house act in the kitchen, whippin' with that arm and hammer |
| I still got one foot in the trenches, with the quickness dressin' Camel |
| This codeine fuckin' up my kidneys, damn near runnin' outta stamina |
| Whole time my name on your lil' titty, if they ask, say you a fan of me |
| I wrap my flag around the Glizzy, if you play, become a fan of Crips |
| I think my soul back from the 60s, reason they not understandin' me |
| Hey, if he bustdowns, he cut your poles, he locked for mails (Baow) |
| I can’t be mad if you cut me off and go find someone that’s realer (Realer) |
| Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about, that he got' make sure he familiar |
| They play with me, we blow they block down, look in the eye of a killer (Grrah) |
| Nine, nine to ten, we got them choppers out |
| Sticks inside the whip, tell bro, «Show down before the cops be on us» (Skrrt) |
| Whole hundred shots in the back when I post on the bricks, the type of time I’m |
| on |
| No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg |
| Youngin', you wait before your time, stay on your shit, that’s what my uncle |
| told me (Mmm, mmm) |