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von Quando Rondo

(Vicasso on another one)
(SephGotTheWaves) oh, whoa, yeah
Ohh
(Q-R-N)

Soaked up the gang from all the emojis, told me, "Blast first"
He woulda put a bitch before me, I put cash first
From the way I′m in and out that gym, call me McGregor
The perfect caption for my picture, nothing regular, not just regular (and I just wanna know why)
Why you haven't been here in my city love?
′Cause I ain't got time for it, I'm tryna tazer up from day to night, this not Tom Ford
This Off-White on my feet, I′m rockin′ shit they cannot afford

Shootin' guns when it was nice, you know we had us a lot of swords
I got the sack, fucked it up twice but you know I got a lotta more
Read you a story on my life, I swear to God that′s a lot of storiеs
Life's a gamble, you roll the dicе, I hope I bring back a nine to four
We rode the block from day to night, we used to work from ′bout nine to four
He let off shots right by the park, he hit him all in his spinal cord
She like, "QPac, why you don't love me?" I told shawty I ain′t dyin' for her
Two double cups, I'm sippin′ bubbly when we walk in designer stores


That brand new Draco hold a whole hunnid
I swear to God that I still got a lotta old hunnids
I just wanna Crip, blue, six, so hunnid
I just wanna make a quick flip, more money
They know Big Peezy break his wrist cookin′ over the stove runnin'
Was on my back with no gelato, boy, we smokin′ dead opps
They know the rims be Forgiato, reason that these hoes love me
I apologize in the Double R where I spill purple potions
The seats specific chosen, in the Pacific Ocean I'm drownin′ deep in the water

I led my team to four wins then pass the ball to Miss Carter
Oh, why a imperfect flower never grow in the garden?
He reminisce, he get this thottie, left his heart in the projects
Marvelous looks sing from the sky, I'm born to fly that′s my daughter
She see the tiger in my eye, I look at her, see two dinosaurs
Inshallah, I got that bag now, steady pray to the Lord
Straight down with Glock headshot gang just jumped out that new Porsche

Gettin' dirt on the block, tryna make up a play just so we can live galore
And I hit a thot in a room with her friends gripping on my extension cord
If I give that location, no dropping the guap the neighborhood gon' come and kick your door
She call me Jodi, she my Jodeci like I′m her baby boy
Just sent a letter to lil′ Leaky talkin' ′bout his baby boy
If I don't tote that big four nick ma they gon′ take your baby boy
Lil' Greg got introduced to sixties, ever since, knew what it was
And it ain′t no "if" before the fame, they knew when I was off the porch