First 48 - Quando Rondo

Braat

Aye, Quando Rondo nigga

Dubba-AA Flex

Eh, eh, I say I’ma keep it real on this one nigga

No they don’t love me like how they say the love me (Naw)

No they don’t love me like how the claim the love me (Naw)

No they don’t love me like how they say the love me (Naw)

No they don’t love me like how the claim the love me (Naw)

Tear drops rollin' down my right eye

I bang my flag to my left

Fuck the fame behind my name I know lil' Pappy gon' step

Metro police askin' questions

Thinking we gon' confess

I did some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret

I’m on they neck aimin' for head so ain’t no sense to wear a Teflon

Brand new Gucci slides from Saks Fifth, you could get stepped on

Flowers get put on head stones

Quahfee my nigga dead and gone

Powder inside my nigga nose

Jayden think that I’m dead wrong

Befo' the cameras and the fame I use to kick doors

You claimin' you got 2 to catch up wit' us you need six more

Hangin' out the window with that choppa screamin' six souls

Six niggas in the rental down to slide, we clutchin' six poles

Before the cameras and the fame everynight I slept on buddha house

Steady prayin' my dreams come true so I could get the fuck out buddha house

I know my gun I can not move without

'Cause any minute we can shoot it out

Daddy wasn’t in my life

My momma smokin' dope by Rufus House

Wrote my first rap locked in that juvenile

All I needed was a chance

Nobody showed no love to me when all I needed was a hand

They took my nigga Quahfee from me

And all I needed was my mans

Down on my dick, started hittin' licks

'Cause all I needed was some bands

They claimin' loyalty is priceless

I feel I’m payin' for love

This for my niggas up in heaven

I shoot a flame up above

This for my niggas in them jail cells

I’ma bang for my thugs

This for them pussy muthafuckers steady showin' fake love

I’m in the valley of death, conversatin' wit' the under gods

Screamin' out Never Broke Again while clutchin' my rod

I know them pussy niggas hatin' 'cause I bet all the odds

I had to separate the real from fake, the pros and the cons

This for them streets (Yeah them real niggas)

This for them G’s (And them Crips niggas)

This for them Jects (Them HVill niggas)

And for the check (They gon' deal witcha)

That’s a bet (We empty clips nigga)

I swear to god that this the life a nigga live nigga

Ay, Shots fired off from the Beretta

I got a house in Marietta

See I ain’t 'bout to do no talkin'

See I don’t wanna hear no lecture

I’m yellin' out we 'bout whatever

You may as well take your last breath

Shots fired off, he on the stretcher (Raa)

Ay, check this out tho'

I made this song specifically for a fuck ass nigga, my nigga

I just want that pussy ass nigga to know this NH business my nigga

And guess what tho' I’ma buy your son a present too bitch ass nigga

Tear drops rollin' down my right eye

I bang my flag to my left

Fuck the fame behind my name I know lil' Pappy gon' step

Metro police askin' questions

Thinking we gon' confess

I did some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret

I’m on they neck aimin' for head so ain’t no sense to wear a Teflon

Brand new Gucci slides from Saks Fifth, you could get stepped on

Flowers get put on head stones

Quahfee my nigga dead and gone

Powder inside my nigga nose

Jayden think that I’m dead wrong

How the fuck you gon' beef and you broke nigga?

This is the sound

Answer that

Shouldn’t have spared that pussy ass nigga mama in the store that day