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Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
Cubskout
Cubskout
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexzander Shaw
Alexzander Shaw
Songwriter
Roderick Jeanpierre Jr.
Roderick Jeanpierre Jr.
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Adam Catania
Adam Catania
Mixing Engineer
Cubskout
Cubskout
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah You know there levels to this - or whatever like that You know I ain't in no competition with no - I just want everybody to stand on what the - they say (mama know who Cub$kout is) You say you gon' kill me, - you better stand on it One dirty Glock, two dirty cups, I double that, two hundred grand on me Fresh on the block, me and my thug, like double back, like - let's stand on it I ain't never trippin' 'bout no cash, I don't do no - ridin', got my own money Get suited up then drop your mask, all for them racks, he tryna score something - Got me mad like they the only ones gon' blow something - I'm retarded, I might flash, true blue flag, yeah, I'm a Loc That lil' - 'bout that action, killers on go, they don't wanna smoke with him I'ma introduce you to my team, we Jump Out Gang, we quick to hop out Black quick to shoot Glocks with them beams, bands in my jeans like come get knocked off Jack-in-the-box, these - clowns, like why the - they still ain't pop out? One by one, we knock 'em down, don't think - sweet, I want the top dog You better keep that firearm 'cause once it's once it up, boy, it can't come down Like - a fight, year 21, boy, I tote four pounds, up in public, it could still go down Two different notes inside my blunt, the windows rolled down We got it all, pull up and shop, four hundred bags and I want four pounds Don't let no cars come on this block, I'm 'bout lil' Ralph, somebody know something I told Quan to grip the wheel while I rose out, like let's go roll one This - get real inside the field, stay on the porch, you ain't gon' smoke nothing I watch the sunset from the hills inside my mansion with that pole on me You say you gon' kill me, - you better stand on it One dirty Glock, two dirty cups, I double that, two hundred grand on me Fresh on the block, me and my thug, like double back, like - let's stand on it I ain't never trippin' 'bout no cash, I don't do no - ridin', got my own money Get suited up, then drop your mask, all for them racks, he tryna score something These - got me mad like they the only ones gon' blow something - I'm retarded, I might flash, true blue flag, yeah, I'm a Loc That lil' - 'bout that action, killers on go, they don't wanna smoke with him (ha) Big MAC-11, throw that down too, keep protection, you know that they found too Don't do no rappin', but I'm screamin' out seven, I'm from a damn zoo We known for steppin', all y'all - scary, I'm tryna blame, dude Wrap it in plastic, I don't know - 'bout no scammin', I'd rather sell food New Lamborghini, drive that - like a Camry while countin' up these blues These - envy, I done peeped all the actions, they want my - shoes Prada and Fendi, love to drip different fabrics, you know that cash rules That brand-new Caddie, I done copped a lil' daddy, then got it bulletproofed All 'bout this Patek, boy, you know that we whackin', we puttin' 'em on the news I want straight static, I might top off the Xanny with that Glock 22 Order a casket, it's for you and your family, I'm touchin' someone, move Boy, I'm a savage, on the other end, family think I don't do nothing wrong You say you gon' kill me, - you better stand on it One dirty Glock, two dirty cups, I double that, two hundred grand on me Fresh on the block, me and my thug, like double back, like - let's stand on it I ain't never trippin' 'bout no cash, I don't do no - ridin', got my own money Get suited up then drop your mask, all for them racks, he tryna score something - Got me mad like they the only ones gon' blow something - I'm retarded, I might flash, true blue flag, yeah, I'm a Loc That lil' - 'bout that action, killers on go, they don't wanna smoke with him
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Alexzander Shaw, Roderick Jeanpierre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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