Quando Rondo - Tear It Down Lyrics

Ayy, Pab, pass me a pack of Newport right quick (QRN)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a little stressed out right now

Pass a couple hundred grand, two hundred somethin' on the dash
I came up from the bottom if that's the question you wanna ask
I bet you don't, ridin' on a Xan', I just pray that I don't crash
Your brother thuggin', raise your hand if you got get-back for your mans (okay, let's go)

Hoes go Audemars for certain (they Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin' perfect
Project housin', blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, yeah, the cops comin' (whoop-whoop)
It's 3AM in the streets, we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down
That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y'all

Things ain't the same, they got me traumatized
That shit a gang, gon' be a homicide
They say I changed, that's 'cause I'm goin' through this pain, I watched my cousin die
Codeine, I still can't put down this drank, that's even though I tried
Colgate, that's the code name for cocaine, we serve it through the night
Okay, that shit y'all seen on that camera was a savage boy
Okay, with the Christmas, I'ma buy lil' boy his favorite blunt (no, no, no)
Ray Allen, really out the grind, I clap from out the mud
No fade, I done had to switch my Hellcat just to dodge a charge
Fuck 'em 'cause we livin' large
Who done got the toughest tuck game with that .30 rod
Up that fan, a thirty shots
Ain't dyin' 'bout a gun but livin' by it, that's the art of war
Finally, I'm the one who really got it in a foreign car (skrrt, skrrt)

Hoes go Audemars for certain (they Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin' perfect
Project housin', blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, here the cops come (whoop-whoop)
It's 3AM in the streets, we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down
That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y'all

I'm number one, I went two for two
My niggas out, they free, throw up the four
For my niggas jumpin' out that SRT
Number five and another five, standin' on our ten
Fuck the eleven, we be dodgin' twelve with this F&N
Thirteen, I was spittin', writin' rhymes without a pen
Fourteen, I was on my grind, fresh from out the pen'
Fifteen, fucked up in the molly, all I know is step
Forever sixteen 'til the day I die, we catch and you gon' get
This shit is not no competition (this shit ain't no competition), on my own pace, and I'm winnin'
These foreign cars yellin', pink slippin', I know that you thought they rented (mm-hmm)
That's 'cause you all in my business
Fuck it, go get some Benjis
I know that these niggas envy, yellow bitch look like Rainey (whoa-whoa)
Kitchen Peezy, a chemist, there's a lot of shit I invented (whoa-whoa)
But fuck it, let 'em pretend it
We slangin' iron, can't prevent it (whoa-whoa)
I'll leave Lil' D, my lil' brother
I'll leave all these bitches (whoa-whoa)
And all I know is the hustle, and flip it 'til it's a mil'

Hoes go Audemars for certain (they Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin' perfect
Project housin', blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out the surgery (grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, here the cops come (whoop-whoop)
It's 3AM in the streets, we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down
That shit be fake, be the same ones that claim that they love y'all

Everybody in the club, tear it down
(Dabi, you'll make 'em proud)
Everybody in the club, tear it down