What I'm On
Quando Rondo
GENRE
[Intro: Quando Rondo]
(Thanks, Yakree)
Baow, brrt
Baow, baow
Baow, baow (Jah, heat it up)
QRN
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I'm drankin' (Drankin'), we send you a cup, I'm sippin' purple early (Early)
I'm bangin', at anyone portraitin' with that .30 (.30)
I'm playin', any nigga's block, they wanna murk me (Who manna murk?)
I'm sayin', my dick old 'bout lil' shawty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup)
Low-key (Uh), I done really cashed out on a Audemars Rollie
I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama while she actin' like she know me (Yeah, yeah)
No J, I done bought Gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (Yeah)
Don't say, I can go to judge like tomorrow and I won't say shit
[Verse 1: 4SHITJOEDIRT & Quando Rondo]
Pass me my guitar, you know I rock out with that burner (Grrah)
Don't give a fuck 'bout where we at, we catch a opp and we gon' turn up (And)
I just cashed out on a box, when that bitch drop, you know I'm servin' (Uh, uh)
How the fuck you niggas miss a hundred shots? That shit a hundred (Wipe 'em, murk 'em)
Most likely in the booth with .22, mistress smokin' purple (Yeah)
My best advice, you keep it cool, like drop a twenty, then you murder
New Cartier right from the right wrist, I can't let lil' shawty purgin'
I holler cat 'bout doin' rat shit, we do deep shit in my circle (Uh, uh)
Low-key, I be on my avenue strapped down, like, "Fuck the police"
We come through, crept it, stretch out, trap down, we gon' run down where 'em 'bows be, yeah
It ain't no cappin', watch the Maverick sippin' lean all in a nosebleed, yeah (Magic)
Stay servin' nines out his mattress, I be deeper than his nosebleed
I fucked on her and her, don't cater, she a bad bitch (Baddie), ate the whole thing
It's late night, geeked up off them Addys, where the Act' at? I won't know it
I throw the six up with a passion, I'm blue-flaggin', sent 'bout four hits
I keep that heat tucked on my avenue, you come through, we gon' off it
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I'm drankin' (Drankin'), we send you a cup, I'm sippin' purple early (Early)
I'm bangin', at anyone portraitin' with that .30 (.30)
I'm playin', any nigga's block, they wanna murk me (Who manna murk?)
I'm sayin', my dick old 'bout lil' shawty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup)
Low-key (Uh), I done really cashed out on a Audemars Rollie
I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama while she actin' like she know me (Yeah, yeah)
No J, I done bought Gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (Yeah)
Don't say, I can go to judge like tomorrow and I won't say shit
[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
I get the ones, I shake it to the plug, he send them birdies
Lil Timmy dangerous, I try to tell him, "Come down with that curtain"
Ain't no explainin', shake it, grip, then run out with that burner
If you ain't gangin', we gon' cross you out like Kyrie Irving
And we gon' up and shoot all, all I smoke is thuggin'
And you know I all us bangin' blue, but all I fuck is red bitches
Slimy bitch for sho', she wipe his nose, she filled with snake venom
Take your back, call back that poli' up, and blow, and keep that K with 'em
Give a fuck where they at, we gon' run down
With the stick in the car, we gon' stick up the block
If you don't give it up, it's a gun sound
Twenty pounds from the plug and it's fresh off the project
I'ma hold this shit down for my niggas on lock
Talk out, back in the day, we was stealin' them casas
Man, these niggas be cap, they ain't never gon' spark
Niggas really be bitches, they beefin' 'bout box holes (Uh, uh)
Stole a tee, lil' whoadie used to rock out way before he wrote a robbery
Ayy, she gon' throw it back and bust it open 'cause I'm poppin'
Stop it, you be drinkin' green, two double cups, I'm sippin' Wocky
My VVs blindin' from my neck down to my wrist like I play hockey
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I'm drankin' (Drankin'), we send you a cup, I'm sippin' purple early (Early)
I'm bangin', at anyone portraitin' with that .30 (.30)
I'm playin', any nigga's block, they wanna murk me (Who manna murk?)
I'm sayin', my dick old 'bout lil' shawty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup)
Low-key (Uh), I done really cashed out on a Audemars Rollie
I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama while she actin' like she know me (Yeah, yeah)
No J, I done bought Gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (Yeah)
Don't say, I can go to judge like tomorrow and I won't say shit
(Thanks, Yakree)
Baow, brrt
Baow, baow
Baow, baow (Jah, heat it up)
QRN
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I'm drankin' (Drankin'), we send you a cup, I'm sippin' purple early (Early)
I'm bangin', at anyone portraitin' with that .30 (.30)
I'm playin', any nigga's block, they wanna murk me (Who manna murk?)
I'm sayin', my dick old 'bout lil' shawty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup)
Low-key (Uh), I done really cashed out on a Audemars Rollie
I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama while she actin' like she know me (Yeah, yeah)
No J, I done bought Gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (Yeah)
Don't say, I can go to judge like tomorrow and I won't say shit
[Verse 1: 4SHITJOEDIRT & Quando Rondo]
Pass me my guitar, you know I rock out with that burner (Grrah)
Don't give a fuck 'bout where we at, we catch a opp and we gon' turn up (And)
I just cashed out on a box, when that bitch drop, you know I'm servin' (Uh, uh)
How the fuck you niggas miss a hundred shots? That shit a hundred (Wipe 'em, murk 'em)
Most likely in the booth with .22, mistress smokin' purple (Yeah)
My best advice, you keep it cool, like drop a twenty, then you murder
New Cartier right from the right wrist, I can't let lil' shawty purgin'
I holler cat 'bout doin' rat shit, we do deep shit in my circle (Uh, uh)
Low-key, I be on my avenue strapped down, like, "Fuck the police"
We come through, crept it, stretch out, trap down, we gon' run down where 'em 'bows be, yeah
It ain't no cappin', watch the Maverick sippin' lean all in a nosebleed, yeah (Magic)
Stay servin' nines out his mattress, I be deeper than his nosebleed
I fucked on her and her, don't cater, she a bad bitch (Baddie), ate the whole thing
It's late night, geeked up off them Addys, where the Act' at? I won't know it
I throw the six up with a passion, I'm blue-flaggin', sent 'bout four hits
I keep that heat tucked on my avenue, you come through, we gon' off it
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I'm drankin' (Drankin'), we send you a cup, I'm sippin' purple early (Early)
I'm bangin', at anyone portraitin' with that .30 (.30)
I'm playin', any nigga's block, they wanna murk me (Who manna murk?)
I'm sayin', my dick old 'bout lil' shawty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup)
Low-key (Uh), I done really cashed out on a Audemars Rollie
I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama while she actin' like she know me (Yeah, yeah)
No J, I done bought Gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (Yeah)
Don't say, I can go to judge like tomorrow and I won't say shit
[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
I get the ones, I shake it to the plug, he send them birdies
Lil Timmy dangerous, I try to tell him, "Come down with that curtain"
Ain't no explainin', shake it, grip, then run out with that burner
If you ain't gangin', we gon' cross you out like Kyrie Irving
And we gon' up and shoot all, all I smoke is thuggin'
And you know I all us bangin' blue, but all I fuck is red bitches
Slimy bitch for sho', she wipe his nose, she filled with snake venom
Take your back, call back that poli' up, and blow, and keep that K with 'em
Give a fuck where they at, we gon' run down
With the stick in the car, we gon' stick up the block
If you don't give it up, it's a gun sound
Twenty pounds from the plug and it's fresh off the project
I'ma hold this shit down for my niggas on lock
Talk out, back in the day, we was stealin' them casas
Man, these niggas be cap, they ain't never gon' spark
Niggas really be bitches, they beefin' 'bout box holes (Uh, uh)
Stole a tee, lil' whoadie used to rock out way before he wrote a robbery
Ayy, she gon' throw it back and bust it open 'cause I'm poppin'
Stop it, you be drinkin' green, two double cups, I'm sippin' Wocky
My VVs blindin' from my neck down to my wrist like I play hockey
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I'm drankin' (Drankin'), we send you a cup, I'm sippin' purple early (Early)
I'm bangin', at anyone portraitin' with that .30 (.30)
I'm playin', any nigga's block, they wanna murk me (Who manna murk?)
I'm sayin', my dick old 'bout lil' shawty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup)
Low-key (Uh), I done really cashed out on a Audemars Rollie
I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama while she actin' like she know me (Yeah, yeah)
No J, I done bought Gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (Yeah)
Don't say, I can go to judge like tomorrow and I won't say shit
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