[Hook: Quando Rondo]
Walk through the cut, them n***as better vanish
I'm like what's happenin`
Big monkey nuts hang out the bottom of that Smith 'n' Wessun
He better pray to god that I don't catch him
Them pistols clappin`
Take one shot to the head for all that fuckin' cappin'
Right back to back "Boom, boom, bfah" yeah that's them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron and he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my .9 and I can't wait to blast it
That life of crime, promotin' violence, I guess that's what I'm best in

[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
Young Bishop Rich 'n' Rollin'
Straight ridin' 'round with that red dot on that chopper
Make sure to rip 'em open
Russian four-pound, Tim' sent that clown to the doctor
We jumped the gatе in the trenches
Dudе caught him slippin', walked him down and head shotted him
Real 60 shit, blue Dickies fits, spit out some blood for his partner
Spilled in them projects
"Run on that n***a right here"
Make sure you hit all the targets
Be a prodigy if you can zip up him and his partner
Yall was quarantining in the house, when we was out "Red-Rum"in'
That glizzy go "Boom, Boom, Boom, Bah" broad day we sprayed 'bout a hundred
Ain't hard to see it in my eyes look in my face I go dumb, n***a
Better watch your mouth, do what you say, 'cause that shit right there get you slumped, n***a
I really came from the slums, n***a
Call him the "Rip-out-the-tounge-Killer"
They need to free the savage
Buy and repeat the caskets
[Hook: Quando Rondo]
Walk through the cut, them n***as better vanish
I'm like what's happenin`
Big monkey nuts hang out the bottom of that Smith 'n' Wessun
He better pray to god that I don't catch him
Them pistols clappin`
Take one shot to the head for all that fuckin' cappin'
Right back to back "Boom, boom, bfah" yeah that's them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron and he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my .9 and I can't wait to blast it
That life of crime, promotin' violence, I guess that's what I'm best in


[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Oh bitch, you thought that I was finished?
We gon' spin the spin again until we end it
Talkin' 'bout business to them bitches, just go and get a life sentence
Them same ol' fingers you be using to sneak diss me on Twitter
Gon' get bit up by the alligators once you thrown in a river
Why they hate us? 'Cause they don't know no one that keep it mo' realer
Really want all the smoke when I ride through the poke, Got big 4-0s on my n***as
Come and knock at the door, if they past the age 4, you see straight smoke from my pistol
I just got in the load and I left for our bro, like "Yo what, I got the Benji's"
Told Lil' Woodie, then cooked up some motherfuckin' dope, but still ate out all the dishes
Ol' pussy boy, I'm at your throat, like who can't come to the trenches
They know my youngins trained to go, you bite the dust, Ima send 'em
You better get on when I get you, on Lil' Youngin', pull a kick door
[Hook: Quando Rondo]
Walk through the cut, them n***as better vanish
I'm like what's happenin`
Big monkey nuts hang out the bottom of that Smith 'n' Wessun
He better pray to god that I don't catch him
Them pistols clappin`
Take one shot to the head for all that fuckin' cappin'
Right back to back "Boom, boom, bfah" yeah that's them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron and he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my .9 and I can't wait to blast it
That life of crime, promotin' violence, I guess that's what I'm best in