Quandale Dingle Lyrics

Let's go
Yeah, Quandale on the beat
In the front seat
You know that I'm pushin' P (hah)
Gotta free me
Rest in peace Daquavius
He really from the streets
He was out there when we got beat
At the McDonald's (hah)
Straight from the streets
In the hood we bring out the choppa
Sippin' that lean, my .40 finna sweep
My ice doing dances, my money is clean
Pull out the Draco, leave that boy bleeding

Ride in a phantom, hold him for ransom
Say it's Quandale, then throw a tantrum (hah)
Free him from jail, go spin the block
Say he an opp, we gon send shots
Straight hit the Henny, thе Molly, the lean
Say that you trippin', boy you can't read

Say somеone snitching, we gon' air it out (let's go)
Drop a few racks, Amiri my pants Quandale's in jail, that's really sad
Gucci my jacket, toss me the bag
Put on the ski mask, we gonna bust a cap
Ballin' like Jayson Tatum that's facts (hah)
Free Quandale Dingle
Did nothing wrong
Rest in peace Daquavius
He was from the slums
He didn't do nothing
But he got shot by a gun
Ima say it now, you really are a bum (hah)

Say it now
Say it again
You gon' mess with us
We gonna spin
Choppa hit yo head
Leave you for dead
Bullets hit yo brain, leave her on read
Free Quandale
Free Quandale
Free Quandale
Free Quandale Dingle
He was just single
All this ice
You can call him Kris Kringle
Call him Kris Kringle (Yeah)
You can call him Kris Kringle
(Let's go)

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