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Blueprint
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Blueprint was released on December 17, 2021 by Quando Rondo, LLC/Never Broke Again, LLC/Atlantic as a part of the album Blueprint - Single
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gene Wagenaar
Gene Wagenaar
Songwriter
Jack Thierer
Jack Thierer
Songwriter
Luis Ortíz
Luis Ortíz
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CxbGoCrazy
CxbGoCrazy
Mixing Engineer
G13
G13
Producer
Medusa
Medusa
Producer
Yakree
Yakree
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Blrr, ha, ha, ha (Medusa got that pressure)
You know once it's up with us, it's stuck with us, you see what I'm saying? Yeah (You know that)
Glock four-five, it's hand-held (Boom, ha, thanks, Yakree), lil' shawty be my ratchet
Caught a baddie out my fan mail
Boom, baow, boom
[Verse 2]
Oh-oh, he rollin'
Black rock through the cut, hundred round tryna rip them open
Corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded
Big thirty, thirty in my magazine, that shoot it out if I approach 'em
[Verse 3]
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS')
We be on some motion (Ha), run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred rods
Jump Out leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off
That lil' **** on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch, I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
[Verse 4]
Amiri denim dripping with it, cost me you can't fucking pay
Shot up my ass with Penicillin 'cause this bitch don't love me, ****
Shots fired off right by the building, I advise you not to play
.556 and .308 rip up they block, then you get paid
New four-five Glock like Jump Out shake, that JOG, I'm Jump Out Gang
We break 'em down and bag 'em up, ran up a hundred in a day
Four in the morning, me and Buddha, all my jewelry on the haste
Lil' shawty fuck, she love to rock my blue bandana 'round her face
Full master foreign, roll that opp, pack in the air straight to the face
Backseat, I'm snorting off a Xanax, plus some pint of purple maple
That's my lil' homie on the corner serving rocks and bangin' A
Fans, they be trollin' like we hidin' but we out totin' on eights
Mercedes stolen, bend they block, then let off shots that new AK
I'm sipping potion, roll another dead opp straight to the face
I'm rockin' Comme des Garçons, got fed up, then caught a case
I bet that you won't make it home, his head bust and you get paid
[Verse 5]
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS')
We be on some motion (Ha), run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred rods
Jump Out leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off
That lil' **** on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch, I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
[Verse 6]
You know Lil Timmy really 'bout it, I be tryna tell him chill
Got all these Perkies in my body, wildin', fuck it, pop a pill
Don't even go inside the projects since Lil JaJa, he got killed
I bet that bitch go blocker, blocker, all these stocks inside my steel
You know lil' Jump Out black and driving by like you might just get killed
Ju-ju-jump out with them straps, I'm styling, Balmain on my heels
Rollin' that pressure till he drop, we got 'em all, run up a mil'
I'm like the boss man on my section, rip that codeine out the seal
My family filled up with straight dope fiends and it's been like that for years
I'm such a stupid motherfucker, why the fuck they gave me Ms?
We tote them guns and empty clips, big murder one, I'm from 'em Crips
Bro wonder, "Quan, he grip the witters?" It's just the fucking life I live (Boom, bah, skrrt)
[Verse 7]
Oh-oh, he Rollin'
Black rock through the cut, hundred round tryna rip them open
Corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded
Thirty in my magazine, that shoot it out if I approach 'em
[Verse 8]
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS')
We be on some motion (Ha), run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred rods
Jump Out leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off
That lil' **** on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch, I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
Written by: Gene Wagenaar, Jack Thierer, Luis Ortíz, Tyquian Bowman
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