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gta - quando rondo lyrics

we livin’ life like gta, grand theft auto
yellow tape for my revolver
my homie keep his mask on, that dirty k: the problem solver
my momma told me bring my ass home, quit thuggin’ with my shottas
but momma these my partners right or wrong, they know i got ’em
i can go no way without my shotty, i know n*ggas wanna lay me down
i see the opps inside this party, walk outside and we gon’ spray you down
i’m on the block, ain’t never hidin’ leave a body in a vacant house
we responsible for half these cold cases in the town
hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin’, jumpin’ out the gym
posted by the sto’, i got that 40. that i got from tim
i can’t leave the house without it on me, that’s just how i live
i can’t leave the house without it on me, that might get me k!lled
motorola churpin’, i’m up early, every morning serving
fresh to death like murder, super clean just like some dish detergent
k!llers on my left, that stephen curry, love to empty thirties
we got bricks and up and i ain’t worried, know the police lurkin’

no kodak black but keep a sniper
jump out gang some jackboys, even though that i don’t like him
tell ’em “free lil jackboy” matter fact i need to write him
god d*mn, lil shawty bad don’t think her pants can’t get no tighter
i told lil d, these n*ggas rush, you catch a hat, then keep it quiet
moped loc’ will leave his head right by the tire
i’m with that drop dead smoke, you play for keeps, get hit with fire
all blue d*ckie fit, yeah this that murder man attire
pick up the phone like who you with, i swear to god this b*tch a liar
i gotta bone i gotta pick, walk in the jungle like a tiger
outside his home i got that fifth, for tryna talk to my jakaiyah
extension with that switch, i’m livin’ life like michael myers
body in a boat tie…

yeah rockstar robin jeans might not make it
i might just psyche out in this b*tch, like wait ’til quando rondo make this
i can get you wiped out we ain’t fakin’
we draw that white chalk clean on maintenance
we up the sco’ that’s day by day
this for that ho’ go make yo’ grave
we livin’ life like gta, grand theft auto
yellow tape for my revolver
my homie keep his mask on, that dirty k: the problem solver
my momma told me bring my ass home, quit thuggin’ with my shottas
but momma these my partners right or wrong, they know i got ’em
i can go no way without my shotty, i know n*ggas wanna lay me down
i see the opps inside this party, walk outside and we gon’ spray you down
i’m on the block, ain’t never hidin’ leave a body in a vacant house
we responsible for half these cold cases in the town
hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin’, jumpin’ out the gym
posted by the sto’, i got that 40. that i got from tim
i can’t leave the house without it on me, that’s just how i live
i can’t leave the house without it on me, that might get me k!lled

got that symbol on the stick, like “ouh sh*t”, he send ’bout twenty*three
glock 45. with the led
god d*mn, that boy, that ain’t even in the streets
got 2*black in the back, he gon’ throw up the 3
robbin’ out with the mac, hit that boy with the heat
hit that b*tch from the back, when i know she gon’ leave
mh mh mhhhhhh
and we ain’t lettin’ sh*t slide, young j.o.g. its dumb here
i’m down to sn*tch a n*gga brain, so more than likely you won’t come here
you try to run, we run you down like f*ck that “come here!”
rugers and four pounds`ll get to blowin’ like a drum here
yeah rockstar robin jeans might not make it
i might just psyche out in this b*tch, like wait ’til quando rondo make this
i can get you wiped out we ain’t fakin’
we draw that white chalk clean on maintenance
we up the sco’ that’s day by day
this for that ho’ go make yo’ grave

a hundred bows inside the trap i’m startin’ to feel like uncle sam
a hundred bows inside the trap i feel like uncle sam

- quando rondo lyrics

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