Big backwood, we can smoke a four Lotta shit I do niggas can't afford
Had a bag before Siri, I trapped off the droid You get hit with that fn then it's
These niggas be 12 just like Cole McCoy And when I beat from the back and she screamin
Uh, uh-huh, yeah I hit her up just to see what it's hittin for
I snuck in the club with my semi tucked
Bad lil' bitch get her tummy tucked I got dick in her guts and it's
You askin' for money, just shut the f*ck up I got a brand new Glock, that'll leave a nigga
Stuck, No I don't want the hoe, cause she just wanna f*ck
I got money in my pockets, you know I'm goin
Up Niggas wanna smoke like a cig
This ARP turn a nigga five'six If a nigga wanna smoke know he get hit
I'm shootin' with my left like I'm Mike Vick When you get in that room, don't say shit
Jumped in the water with sharks, tryna take that risk
Every day I wake up, I'm just tryna get rich And wake up with a whole lotta ice on my wrist
Damn, but ain't that a bitch
Badass kids get hit with the switch I go on a drill I'm focused on droppin
My mask And shootin' bullets til it hit
My drink cart out of your manifest And I'ma get it and paint it blue just like
It's stitch I'm coverin' my zone without a plan
Cause you know that my goal is go and get rich, nigga
And I know I'm the shit, nigga Walk around and take your bitch, nigga
My mama, she know that I'm thorough So it's hard to say that I'm a bitch, nigga
But how you gon' say that it's smoke you see me don't even move an inch, nigga
We caught him in public and spin The bullets missed him by an inch, nigga
Damn, got damn But yeah, I know I'm the man
Just talked to my nana, she told me I'm the chosen one
So I'm stickin' to the plan I'm the type of nigga go and run up 10k
I don't need a rubber band I don't do handouts
Go and get it on your own Or you gon' need another hand
These niggas be soft like sand These niggas can't even go pull out a band
I'm just here to f*ck, I don't wanna be friends
And we smokin' your partner, know this a new strand
And we quick to go wrap a nigga up like Saran
Haters gon' hate, tryna tarnish the brand
When you slide to the function, bitch, bring you a friend
You know we tryna make that money on the back end
Long Live Rondo
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Big backwood, we can smoke a four Lotta shit I do niggas can't afford
Had a bag before Siri, I trapped off the droid You get hit with that fn then it's
These niggas be 12 just like Cole McCoy And when I beat from the back and she screamin
Uh, uh-huh, yeah I hit her up just to see what it's hittin for
I snuck in the club with my semi tucked
Bad lil' bitch get her tummy tucked I got dick in her guts and it's
You askin' for money, just shut the f*ck up I got a brand new Glock, that'll leave a nigga
Stuck, No I don't want the hoe, cause she just wanna f*ck
I got money in my pockets, you know I'm goin
Up Niggas wanna smoke like a cig
This ARP turn a nigga five'six If a nigga wanna smoke know he get hit
I'm shootin' with my left like I'm Mike Vick When you get in that room, don't say shit
Jumped in the water with sharks, tryna take that risk
Every day I wake up, I'm just tryna get rich And wake up with a whole lotta ice on my wrist
Damn, but ain't that a bitch
Badass kids get hit with the switch I go on a drill I'm focused on droppin
My mask And shootin' bullets til it hit
My drink cart out of your manifest And I'ma get it and paint it blue just like
It's stitch I'm coverin' my zone without a plan
Cause you know that my goal is go and get rich, nigga
And I know I'm the shit, nigga Walk around and take your bitch, nigga
My mama, she know that I'm thorough So it's hard to say that I'm a bitch, nigga
But how you gon' say that it's smoke you see me don't even move an inch, nigga
We caught him in public and spin The bullets missed him by an inch, nigga
Damn, got damn But yeah, I know I'm the man
Just talked to my nana, she told me I'm the chosen one
So I'm stickin' to the plan I'm the type of nigga go and run up 10k
I don't need a rubber band I don't do handouts
Go and get it on your own Or you gon' need another hand
These niggas be soft like sand These niggas can't even go pull out a band
I'm just here to f*ck, I don't wanna be friends
And we smokin' your partner, know this a new strand
And we quick to go wrap a nigga up like Saran
Haters gon' hate, tryna tarnish the brand
When you slide to the function, bitch, bring you a friend
You know we tryna make that money on the back end
Long Live Rondo
Had a bag before Siri, I trapped off the droid You get hit with that fn then it's
These niggas be 12 just like Cole McCoy And when I beat from the back and she screamin
Uh, uh-huh, yeah I hit her up just to see what it's hittin for
I snuck in the club with my semi tucked
Bad lil' bitch get her tummy tucked I got dick in her guts and it's
You askin' for money, just shut the f*ck up I got a brand new Glock, that'll leave a nigga
Stuck, No I don't want the hoe, cause she just wanna f*ck
I got money in my pockets, you know I'm goin
Up Niggas wanna smoke like a cig
This ARP turn a nigga five'six If a nigga wanna smoke know he get hit
I'm shootin' with my left like I'm Mike Vick When you get in that room, don't say shit
Jumped in the water with sharks, tryna take that risk
Every day I wake up, I'm just tryna get rich And wake up with a whole lotta ice on my wrist
Damn, but ain't that a bitch
Badass kids get hit with the switch I go on a drill I'm focused on droppin
My mask And shootin' bullets til it hit
My drink cart out of your manifest And I'ma get it and paint it blue just like
It's stitch I'm coverin' my zone without a plan
Cause you know that my goal is go and get rich, nigga
And I know I'm the shit, nigga Walk around and take your bitch, nigga
My mama, she know that I'm thorough So it's hard to say that I'm a bitch, nigga
But how you gon' say that it's smoke you see me don't even move an inch, nigga
We caught him in public and spin The bullets missed him by an inch, nigga
Damn, got damn But yeah, I know I'm the man
Just talked to my nana, she told me I'm the chosen one
So I'm stickin' to the plan I'm the type of nigga go and run up 10k
I don't need a rubber band I don't do handouts
Go and get it on your own Or you gon' need another hand
These niggas be soft like sand These niggas can't even go pull out a band
I'm just here to f*ck, I don't wanna be friends
And we smokin' your partner, know this a new strand
And we quick to go wrap a nigga up like Saran
Haters gon' hate, tryna tarnish the brand
When you slide to the function, bitch, bring you a friend
You know we tryna make that money on the back end
Long Live Rondo
Writer: ZhiYaun Palmer
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