My Lingo Songtext
von Quando Rondo

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (QRN, yeah)
(Dougie on that beat)

Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin′ hard, I can't fold
Hellcat, I′ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango
Plug talk my lingo 'cause we get 'em in, then we get ′em gone
Plug talk my lingo
Cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell ′em pour a cup of mud with us
I'ma go out like a thug nigga
I ain′t nothin' like them fuck niggas
′Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah)
Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah)
I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN)


Lamb' truck, call it lambchop, go real fast like, "Vroom, skrrt"
Nine out of ten by the damn mall, that′s his dog my man murdered
Gucci, Fendi, my damn circle
Know that we got plenty, I ain't worried
Sixteen hundred my damn jersey
We come through shootin' like Steph Curry
I need a rich bitch in my lifestyle so we could cop a house in Vegas
On some real shit, I need it right now, my trap houses ain′t vacant
I′m talkin' lights out with the ice out
Get some rollerblades and we skatin′
Tell them pussy niggas better pipe down
'Cause they murdered one of my niggas
Tell them pussy niggas better pipe down
Never heard of none of y′all niggas
And the wrist lookin' like right now
Pull your skirt off for these Benjis
I′ma skrrt off in that Bentley
Uh, I just wanna fuck her with my shirt off on that Remy
Uh, I just wanna fuck her with my shirt off on that Remy

Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin' hard, I can't fold
Hellcat, I′ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango
Plug talk my lingo ′cause we get 'em in, then we get ′em gone
Plug talk my lingo
Cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell 'em pour a cup of mud with us
I′ma go out like a thug nigga
I ain't nothin′ like them fuck niggas
'Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah)
Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah)
I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN)


I don't trust a bitch for nothin′, baby, what you see in me?
I don′t trust a bitch for nothin', why your phone on DND?
I want her in Fendi sneaks, fuck her all in a BNB
I′m the boss like TNT, Audemars cost a fifty-piece
Soon as you walk out, baby, I'm in it
Who I fuck with none of your business
Grind real hard, tryna run up these Benjis
I don′t give a fuck, hell yeah, I'm trickin′
I don't give a fuck if they say I'm trippin′
I wanna feel like I′m playin' a scrimmage
Bitch, you play, so I′m keepin' my distance
Smokin′ on green, got me rollin' up spinach
She a real bad bitch, gotta keep it one million
Talkin′ back in eighth grade, now I got one million
My lil' dog in the back, he be grippin' extensions
I′m in my bag, no, not in my feelings
In this new Hellcat, every corner, I′m bendin'
These niggas be mad ′cause they know that I'm winnin′
I kept it real from the very beginning
So I'll keep it true to the motherfuckin′ ending

Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin' hard, I can't fold
Hellcat, I′ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango
Plug talk my lingo ′cause we get 'em in, then we get ′em gone
Plug talk my lingo
Cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell 'em pour a cup of mud with us
I′ma go out like a thug nigga
I ain't nothin′ like them fuck niggas
'Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah)
Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah)
I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN)