Quando Rondo - 10.27 Lyrics

Ah, ah (Dubba-AA flex)
When Dubba-AA be on the beat
When Dubba-AA be on the beat, I-
(QRN)
R-Real killers, probably step on four or five niggas
C-C-Crip nigga, but still gon' run the town with slime niggas
Pills, nigga, yellow, I got double Y's, nigga
B-Big tipper, no, you can't fuck my ho, she mines, nigga

Ah, .45 extension on my Ruger-5.7
On my mama, this ain't no lie
My niggas steppin' for ten-twenty-slime-seven
Dope spot, and I'ma trap this bitch out like I'm Paul
I'm talkin' both rods
And I'ma shoot 'em all just like I'm Brian Nichols
J-O-G shit, get to dumpin', fuck a opposition
I take 'em way back, from no money and no pot to piss in
I'ma send some shots inside that Maybach, hope your partner in it (shots)
Three hundred thousand, we lit, this that slimey business

My nigga took a nigga chain and rearranged the name (facts)
I hit yo' baby daddy sister, we are not the same (no cap)
Boy, I'm a savage, you a rookie way before the fame (brrt)
Every time somebody shit get took and they scream, "Jump Out Gang" (okay, let's go)
You better watch how you be lookin'
Fuck it, bust his brain (better watch how you lookin', boy)
And see lil' shawty got me lookin', let's go to the bank
Whole hundred thousand on that pussy when I let it bang
Whole hundred thousand 'cause that pussy wet just like the rain (rain, rain, rain)
Switch automatic like a fully in a Mustang ('Stang, 'Stang, 'Stang) (brrt-brrt)
I had to post up with that toolie 'til the bus came
AT&T, we got locations on they whole gang (whole gang)
And C-B-B, I know they made it trappin' cocaine (cocaine)
Drug distributor, come and pay it for a whole thing (whole thing)
On the computer he be scammin' for Amiri jeans (all day)
My niggas shooters, let the top down, hang out with that flame (they let it spray)
On Martin Luther with my Glock out, smokin' on this 'caine
I really grew up duckin' cops and jumpin' over gates
I really flew to Crenshaw block to meet up with the neighbors
New AMG, while countin' guap while jammin' Babyface (skrrt-skrrt)
Stayin' in the streets, you play with Mark get shot upside the face
And dangerously you know it's up, I'm walkin' with the Drac'
My main bitch come pick me up, I had to run to Jakes
Ain't claimin' shit, if you pull over and don't do the race
My famous bitch know I get loaded off prescription drugs

Ah, .45 extension on my Ruger-5.7
On my mama, this ain't no lie
My niggas steppin' for ten-twenty-slime-seven
Dope spot, and I'ma trap this bitch out like I'm Paul
I'm talkin' both rods
And I'ma shoot 'em all just like I'm Brian Nichols
J-O-G shit, get to dumpin', fuck a opposition
I take 'em way back, from no money and no pot to piss in
I'ma send some shots inside that Maybach, hope your partner in it (shots)
Three hundred thousand, we lit, this that slimey business (slime nigga)