Testo Speeding - Quando Rondo
Testo della canzone Speeding (Quando Rondo), tratta dall'album Recovery
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah)
That's that third eye
I just wanna buy, things I never bought (things I never bought)
That new car garage (and a rover, yeah)
Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin'
Catch me wearin' 'round wit' my blick, they wanna six feet me (oh)
On her, I cash out wit' them racks out on some D and G kicks
Three hundred Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin'
Trap house whippin' remix, dirty sprite, I need it
Day and night, no, I don't care about this life I'm livin'
Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (yeah)
Wrong or right, you know I'm wild, and I won't let me seasick
I could never leave my brother, that's just on some G shit
Ain't been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense
Yeah, she my main, but I don't trust her and I really mean that (yeah)
He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich
Uh, uh, I, all of my cars, they the fastest
From the bottom, I make this shit happen
Got some niggas that's still in the trenches, a lot in the prison who steady be trappin'
And I'm screamin', "Fuck reminiscin'", these niggas be dissin', we hoppin' in traffic (skrrt)
Every day, on a mission to run up a million, we wrappin' the bricks up in plastic
I keep a rod in the Bentley 'cause I know they envy and really want static
I made a decision to get up and get it, I know that I cannot go backwards (uh, uh, uh)
One call, then I'm makin' you vanish
My dog, yeah, that's really my best friend
Lunch on, I walked in with the baddest
Foreign car, out the window, the ratchet (ok, I gotcha)
Tomorrow not promised, live it up, can't leave this way
Just bein' honest, never thought that things'll be this way (oh)
Ridin' 'round with a hundred, catch an opp, he gon' bleed this K
Two double cup and when he pull up, you gon' see his face (oh, yeah)
Oh, shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin'
Catch me ridin' 'round with my blick, they wanna six feet me
On her, I cash out with them racks out on some D and G kicks
Three hundred Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin'
Trap house, whippin' remix, dirty sprite, I need it
Day and night, no, I don't care about this life I'm livin'
Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (yeah)
Wrong or right, you know I'm ridin', that's what left me seasick
I could never leave my brother, that's just on some G shit
Ain't been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense
Yeah, she my main, but I don't trust her and I really mean that (yeah)
He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich
No, I'm not happy, I was born back in March madness
Shorty bad, yeah, she the fattest
Matter fact, she look fantastic
New double R, can't wrap the plastic
I think I might go matte black it
That's just to show that I ain't average
One thing for sure, I'm still blue flaggin'
He keep a pole, but he ain't savage
Turned around and look what happened
Stick to the code, that's automatic
We kickin' doors like, "Where the racks at?"
Two double-O, the dashboard jaggin'
You must ain't never checked my jacket
Straight up and blow, another casket
Jumped off the porch and got a ladder
Too much of codeine in my bladder
Two-four like Kobe, that's a tracker
New iced out Rollie, that don't matter
We kick it lowkey, not together
My uncle told me, "Chess, no checkers"
Look at my trophy on the dresser
That's my lil' woadie, know he next up
Y'all niggas owe me, pick a stretcher
Oh, shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin'
Catch me ridin' 'round with my blick, they wanna six feet me
On her, I cash out with them racks out on some D and G kicks
Three hundred Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin'
Trap house, whippin' remix, dirty sprite, I need it
Day and night, no, I don't care about this life I'm livin'
Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (yeah)
Wrong or right, you know I'm ridin', that's what left me seasick
I could never leave my brother, that's just on some G shit
Ain't been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense
Yeah, she my main, but I don't trust her and I really mean that (yeah)
He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich
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Writer(s): Tyquain Terrel Bowman, James Therrien, Davood Nadimi Boushehri, Daniel Yunuen Aldaz Leander
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