Lando you slaughtered this one
Quando Rondo nigga, ayy
F*ck wrong with y'all f*ck niggas man?
Y'all know what's goin' on
Murder on my mind, I'm on my grind all the time
And I can't go no where without it on my side, keep the .9
If a nigga want that beef, me I'm down to slang iron
Blue hundreds in my lil' pocket, love to see dollar signs
To take a knife to my liver, man I'd die for my nigga
Behind the steering wheel, I'll ride for my nigga
You drop a tear, I drop a tear, I'll cry for my nigga
Bitch my hand up on the Bible, I'll lie for my nigga
On my way the way to hell, asked the Lord, "Why?", for my nigga
I'm on probation but I'm still gon' get high with my nigga
'Cause you my nigga, nigga, ayy (ayy)
'Cause you my nigga, nigga, (hey)
On my way to call Griffin, my head down
In the field with an extended clip, my lil' nigga he goin' bed now
Everybody wearin' blue, pull up to blood, he red down
RIP to Mari and Quahfee, my niggas dead now
Keep a .38, swear to God that I won't play around
Just in case I catch a case and I'ma show up to your town
Can't even walk 'cause I stay down, chopper on me, I spray rounds
Swear to God lil' Quando Rondo keep the .9, won't play around
I had money on my mind, on my side I kept that .9
On my grind all the time, I got to get up
F*ck around with me, my niggas with it
I'ma show up to you, spray click clack
Bang bang, I'm aiming for your fitted bruh
Swear to God this shit always been my dream nigga
.40 Glock with the beam, nigga extended clips
Put that shit on Ca-rip
Kill or be killed the motto
Hoping I hit the lotto
Murder on my mind, I'm on my grind all the time
And I can't go no where without it on my side, keep the .9
If a nigga want that beef, me I'm down to slang iron
Blue hundreds in my lil' pocket, love to see dollar signs
To take a knife to my liver, man I'd die for my nigga
Behind the steering wheel, I'll ride for my nigga
You drop a tear, I drop a tear, I'll cry for my nigga
Bitch my hand up on the Bible, I'll lie for my nigga
On my way the way to hell, asked the Lord, "Why?", for my nigga
I'm on probation but I'm still gon' get high with my nigga
They want to be me, but they ain't got the balls
Actin' like they don't see me, Jamie Foxx playin' Ray Charles
Actin' like they live the life but on the low these niggas false nigga, hey
Quando Rondo
(I ain't playin' no more games)
Hey, married to the streets, hah
(Coming soon nigga, first day out)
Quando Rondo - First Day Out Lyrics
Quando Rondo - First Day Out Lyrics
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Lando you slaughtered this one
Quando Rondo nigga, ayy
F*ck wrong with y'all f*ck niggas man?
Y'all know what's goin' on
Murder on my mind, I'm on my grind all the time
And I can't go no where without it on my side, keep the .9
If a nigga want that beef, me I'm down to slang iron
Blue hundreds in my lil' pocket, love to see dollar signs
To take a knife to my liver, man I'd die for my nigga
Behind the steering wheel, I'll ride for my nigga
You drop a tear, I drop a tear, I'll cry for my nigga
Bitch my hand up on the Bible, I'll lie for my nigga
On my way the way to hell, asked the Lord, "Why?", for my nigga
I'm on probation but I'm still gon' get high with my nigga
'Cause you my nigga, nigga, ayy (ayy)
'Cause you my nigga, nigga, (hey)
On my way to call Griffin, my head down
In the field with an extended clip, my lil' nigga he goin' bed now
Everybody wearin' blue, pull up to blood, he red down
RIP to Mari and Quahfee, my niggas dead now
Keep a .38, swear to God that I won't play around
Just in case I catch a case and I'ma show up to your town
Can't even walk 'cause I stay down, chopper on me, I spray rounds
Swear to God lil' Quando Rondo keep the .9, won't play around
I had money on my mind, on my side I kept that .9
On my grind all the time, I got to get up
F*ck around with me, my niggas with it
I'ma show up to you, spray click clack
Bang bang, I'm aiming for your fitted bruh
Swear to God this shit always been my dream nigga
.40 Glock with the beam, nigga extended clips
Put that shit on Ca-rip
Kill or be killed the motto
Hoping I hit the lotto
Murder on my mind, I'm on my grind all the time
And I can't go no where without it on my side, keep the .9
If a nigga want that beef, me I'm down to slang iron
Blue hundreds in my lil' pocket, love to see dollar signs
To take a knife to my liver, man I'd die for my nigga
Behind the steering wheel, I'll ride for my nigga
You drop a tear, I drop a tear, I'll cry for my nigga
Bitch my hand up on the Bible, I'll lie for my nigga
On my way the way to hell, asked the Lord, "Why?", for my nigga
I'm on probation but I'm still gon' get high with my nigga
They want to be me, but they ain't got the balls
Actin' like they don't see me, Jamie Foxx playin' Ray Charles
Actin' like they live the life but on the low these niggas false nigga, hey
Quando Rondo
(I ain't playin' no more games)
Hey, married to the streets, hah
(Coming soon nigga, first day out)
Quando Rondo nigga, ayy
F*ck wrong with y'all f*ck niggas man?
Y'all know what's goin' on
Murder on my mind, I'm on my grind all the time
And I can't go no where without it on my side, keep the .9
If a nigga want that beef, me I'm down to slang iron
Blue hundreds in my lil' pocket, love to see dollar signs
To take a knife to my liver, man I'd die for my nigga
Behind the steering wheel, I'll ride for my nigga
You drop a tear, I drop a tear, I'll cry for my nigga
Bitch my hand up on the Bible, I'll lie for my nigga
On my way the way to hell, asked the Lord, "Why?", for my nigga
I'm on probation but I'm still gon' get high with my nigga
'Cause you my nigga, nigga, ayy (ayy)
'Cause you my nigga, nigga, (hey)
On my way to call Griffin, my head down
In the field with an extended clip, my lil' nigga he goin' bed now
Everybody wearin' blue, pull up to blood, he red down
RIP to Mari and Quahfee, my niggas dead now
Keep a .38, swear to God that I won't play around
Just in case I catch a case and I'ma show up to your town
Can't even walk 'cause I stay down, chopper on me, I spray rounds
Swear to God lil' Quando Rondo keep the .9, won't play around
I had money on my mind, on my side I kept that .9
On my grind all the time, I got to get up
F*ck around with me, my niggas with it
I'ma show up to you, spray click clack
Bang bang, I'm aiming for your fitted bruh
Swear to God this shit always been my dream nigga
.40 Glock with the beam, nigga extended clips
Put that shit on Ca-rip
Kill or be killed the motto
Hoping I hit the lotto
Murder on my mind, I'm on my grind all the time
And I can't go no where without it on my side, keep the .9
If a nigga want that beef, me I'm down to slang iron
Blue hundreds in my lil' pocket, love to see dollar signs
To take a knife to my liver, man I'd die for my nigga
Behind the steering wheel, I'll ride for my nigga
You drop a tear, I drop a tear, I'll cry for my nigga
Bitch my hand up on the Bible, I'll lie for my nigga
On my way the way to hell, asked the Lord, "Why?", for my nigga
I'm on probation but I'm still gon' get high with my nigga
They want to be me, but they ain't got the balls
Actin' like they don't see me, Jamie Foxx playin' Ray Charles
Actin' like they live the life but on the low these niggas false nigga, hey
Quando Rondo
(I ain't playin' no more games)
Hey, married to the streets, hah
(Coming soon nigga, first day out)
Writer: Orlando Brossie, Tyquian Terrel Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.