Imagine life as a high-stakes basketball game, and Quando Rondo's not just playing; he's dunking on everyone. In this lyrical slam dunk, he’s down by two points in the fourth quarter but ready to turn the tide with some serious hustle. Rondo flexes his relentless grind, dripping in designer threads and stacking cash like a pro. He’s all about setting trends while dodging fake friends and fleeting flings. With nods to luxury brands and street smarts, the track is an anthem for anyone who knows that success isn’t handed out—it’s earned through grit, grind, and a little bit of swagger.
4th Qtr
Lyrics
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands, I'ma buy that coupe
Got 'em on my drip, tryna see what I do
Every time I set a trend, they follow my moves
Grind all winter, I'ma shine all summer
Big, big body Benz, I ain't talkin' no Hummer
I'ma fuck one time, then change my number
I'ma fuck one time, then change my number
Ayy, they on my wood like a surfboard
I ain't say this was easy, I worked for it
Buy her Fendi, Givenchy and Dior
I done ran up a sack, but I need more
Hold up, wait, let me talk my shit
Brand new house in the A, what I bought my bitch
First 500K I'ma buy that Benz
Feelin' just like Drake, screamin' no new friends
Got it trendin', my trap steady settin' them trends
I can't fuck 'cause she might go tell her friends
Hit the plug every tour, I think I'm Hannah Montana
Every time I look around, they got my name in the window
Runnin' this shit at 19
I feel like the don, Fendi and Louis Vuitton
2019 is my year
Built a system, it's done, I'm finna go number one
I'ma stack 'til I reach me a mil'
Fuck how they feel, I'ma still keep me a gun
Drop to my knees and I pray to the Lord
You can keep the whole wad, I just want the reward
If you live by the gun you gon' die by the sword
I just left out the mall with some Christian Diors
Get some head in the bed, we can fuck on the floor
Eat and you stall, man, the choice always yours
I be rockin' designer that they can't afford
No love boy shit, grown man, Tom Ford
Your bitch eat dick, got us niggas on the floor
That shit they wore, I done already wore
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands, I'ma buy that coupe
Got 'em on my drip, tryna see what I do
Every time I set a trend, they follow my moves
Grind all winter, I'ma shine all summer
Big, big body Benz, I ain't talkin' no Hummer
I'ma fuck one time, then change my number
I'ma fuck one time, then change my number
Ayy, they on my wood like a surfboard
I ain't say this was easy, I worked for it
Buy her Fendi, Givenchy and Dior
I done ran up a sack, but I need more
Steady rockin' Off-White, my drip off-limits
Two cups, crushed ice, I sip authentic
I don't play no games, I ain't with no gimmicks
Call me lil' bitter, mean nine in it
Hold my own weight, no Planet Fitness
Gotta clear this check, like five million
Long clip in the TEC, no I ain't friendly
Stack up these blues more than I spend it
Ballin', my handles Juwanna Mann
I made a bag off a pack, marijuana bands
I met a grower in Cali, no money man
These niggas actin' just like me, no funny cam
Rap is a gamble, I just bet a hundred grand
Ridin' with the dick when I shot like a hundred rounds
One of the realest, I am the hardest
I'm from the streets, I'm from the projects
I made a check, I love deposits
Bitch in Givenchy, if not, I'ma buy it
Pack just came in and it's stained like the garbage (Yeah)
Pack just came in and it's stained like the garbage
I know they hate that I'm ballin', Vince Carter
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands, I'ma buy that coupe
Got 'em on my drip, tryna see what I do
Every time I set a trend, they follow my moves
Grind all winter, I'ma shine all summer
Big, big body Benz, I ain't talkin' no Hummer
I'ma fuck one time, then change my number
I'ma fuck one time, then change my number
Ayy, they on my wood like a surfboard
I ain't say this was easy, I worked for it
Buy her Fendi, Givenchy and Dior
I done ran up a sack, but I need more
Writer(s): Tyquian Terrel Bowman
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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