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thuggin for real - quando rondo lyrics

[intro: quando rondo]
uh-uh-uh (ra, ra, ra)
uh-uh-uh (ooo-wee, ra)
aye, turn my mic up, gang
i don’t know what they on
but b-tch we thuggin’ for real
fore’ i walk up out my home i swear i’m clutchin’ my steel
i swear i’m tuckin’ my steel, gang
quando rondo n-gg- (aye yeah)

[chorus: quando rondo]
feds kicked my grandma door in talking about a shooting
trending topic of my city
gotta watch how i’m movin’
i know these n-gg-s out to get me
i don’t trust n-body
leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
ridin’ around, i’m ridin’
and i’m slidin’ on any f-ck n-gg- claimin’ they want it
when there’s beef we on your street
i’m not gone drop the bag on it
its consequences when you f-ck with me and any of my homies
when it come to that f-ck sh-t swear to god that we on it

[verse 1]
can’t say that i’m caught up in the fame
’cause b-tch i stay in the streets
catch him slippin’ and bust his brains
you know i stay with that heat
he best not mention my name
or we gon’ put him asleep
n-gg-s say what ’bout that gang
b-tch know that all us gone creep
no face, no case they don’t know who the shooter
all white .38 and i got it from boo
i’ll up the murder rate, n-gg- play i’ma do ’em
so i got the license plate so now i gotta lose ’em
popping these percys, i swear i abuse them
thuggin’ in public we uppin on [?]
that n-gg- had ran it’s him and manz
we flipping this city they callin’ my shooters
these n-gg-s be bluffing they really ain’t no k!lla’s
got a drum on the glock call that b-tch reggie miller
the sh-t that they talk i swear i don’t feel ’em
when it’s up b-tch it’s up i swear i don’t miss
when it’s up b-tch it’s up i swear imma k!ll em
when it’s up b-tch it’s up i swear imma k!ll em
wake every morning brush my teeth and throw my flag to my left
drop to my knees and say a prayer
lord i’m asking for help
i grabbed my hecktor out the dresser
walk by myself
i wonder who gone walk with my through the valley of death

[verse 2]
we on it
and we coming
point at your head like who want it?
in these streets this sh-t get real
so i’m prepared for the moment
all that f-ck sh-t get you k!lled
i can’t f-ck with you phonies
every day i’m in the field i’ma go off just like tony
and i had to ask for sh-t i ran it up by my lonely
the glocks they come with thirty sticks for me to split my opponent
spin on they block, let off some shots try to take off your stomach
and all my n-gg-s clear the business bust yo sh-t if i want it
got me a bag had to get me a check
thanking the lord everyday how i’m blessed
f-ck n-gg-s mad i’ma stay in they chest
if he cross the line i’ma take off his neck
check out my diamonds i flooded my neck
shoutout to my city they know who the best
f-ck all the haters b-tch get off my d-ck
never gonna fold i was built for this sh-t
t-shirts and picture frames i’m trying to put your face on it
i grabbed a .38 or dirty k now i’m like who want it?
if you want cancer i got answers b-tch we right on your corner
it’s on sight gone take your life walk down and put this b-tch on you

- quando rondo lyrics

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