Quando Rondo S2 Lyrics

[Intro]
You know nowadays everybody liabilities, they told me, "Pick a side", I said, "I'm rockin' with myself, you dig what I'm sayin'?"
You know, I know shit get confidential, that's the main reason I ain't trippin'
My intentions was to do what I did 'cause when I did what I did I was gon' get the results to see who's really with me
And it all bow down, shit, everybody turn they back on me
Ayy, any time they ask how I'm doin'
Shit, I tell 'em I'm cope aesthetic

[Chorus]
Hey, if he bustdowns, he cut your poles, he la familia (Baow)
I can't be mad if you cut me off and go find someone that's realer (Realer)
Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about, that he got' make sure he familiar
They play with me, we blow they block down, look in the eye of a killer (Grrah)
Nine, nine to ten, we got them choppers out
Sticks inside the whip, tell bro, "Slow down before the cops be on us" (Skrrt)
Whole hundred shots in the back when I post on the bricks, the type of time I'm on
No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg
Youngin', you wait before your time, stay on your shit, that's what my uncle told me (Mmm, mmm)

[Verse]
Whole hundred thou', that's for the tennis chain (Tennis chain)
I'm tryna wash the Perkies down and mix with lemonade
This shit I'm spittin' way too gangster, they still don't understand
Financially, shorty, I'm straight, but still not mentally
Ayy, I live a soldier life mentality
Million on my head, I know they after me (Uh, uh)
Reverse they block and empty the clip (Skrrt), we let off shots soon as the addy in me (Skrrt)
They tryna break down what I built, it took a mil' to make this masterpiece I hit your line, pick up the phone 'cause in your arms, that's what It'd rather be
Cops get behind us, hide my chrome inside your purse, make sure it's best with heat
Friendly of mind of my own, I found the plug where the best for cheap
I'm in your yard, come ridin' low-key, can you explain why you still lettin' me?
I'm still at war from shit back home, so I can't leave unless I grab the heat
Still sendin' green gods to the prison, I'm in my feelings 'bout my dawg in that slammer
He put a green dot on the Glizzy thirty, repitition what we standin' on
And this a house act in the kitchen, whippin' with that arm and hammer
I still got one foot in the trenches, with the quickness dressin' Camel
This codeine f*ckin' up my kidneys, damn near runnin' outta stamina
Whole time my name on your lil' titty, if they ask, say you a fan of me
I wrap my flag around the Glizzy, if you play, become a fan of Crips
I think my soul back from the 60s, reason they not understandin' me
[Chorus]
Hey, if he bustdowns, he cut your poles, he la familia (Baow)
I can't be mad if you cut me off and go find someone that's realer (Realer)
Just make sure he 'bout what he talk about, that he got' make sure he familiar
They play with me, we blow they block down, look in the eye of a killer (Grrah)
Nine, nine to ten, we got them choppers out
Sticks inside the whip, tell bro, "Slow down before the cops be on us" (Skrrt)
Whole hundred shots in the back when I post on the bricks, the type of time I'm on
No pot to piss, deep down inside it, dawg
Youngin', you wait before your time, stay on your shit, that's what my uncle told me (Mmm, mmm)