Quando Rondo - Purple Baby Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, you know every
Time it's up, it's stuck, nigga
(What up, Worthy?) and ain't no coming down
Q-R-N (Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)
Quando Rondo, nigga

Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs
MACs, extension clips with beams
Know you won't see tomorrow
Clap, how lil' youngin' banging and they see
Hit up his car (Facts)
We get the drop, we jumped the fence then
Shootin' off the fire
I swear that all I know is murder, baby
Riding 'round with them bags on me
Smoking purple
That thirty poking out my pants on me
I'm rocking purple label
This for that one who put them bands on me
We gon' murk 'em roll up a blunt of that new
Dead homie while sippin' purple maple

223, I let some shots off grandma front porch
Life in prison in my backyard
With thе graveyard at my front door
Fuck all that dissing, when I catch
You, you gon' catch one, lеt my gun blow
Jump Out Gang jump out, then sped off
Ayy, 40 with aim, got the red dot
On the corner, he claim he dead on
I know the feds feel like we dead wrong
New Mercedes Benz
We spin the bend while smoking dead opps
This shit like a train
Know that MAC-10'll knock his head off
I sip that drank just like it's eggnog
Came home like lights, slimed by a bad broad
Knock his dome, to send sincerely
B knocked his dreads off
Put him on the late night
I get ski like turn the lights off
My opponent scared to go to
Jail, but no, not me, come get stepped on
(Fire on me) mike Amiri denim on my jeans
Just like Phat Farm

Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs
MACs, extension clips with beams
Know you won't see tomorrow
Clap, how lil' youngin' banging and they see
Hit up his car (Facts)
We get the drop, we jumped the fence then
Shootin' off the fire
I swear that all I know is murder, baby
Riding 'round with them bags on me
Smoking purple
That thirty poking out my pants on me
I'm rocking purple label
This for that one who put them bands on me
We gon' murk 'em roll up a blunt of that new
Dead homie while sippin' purple maple

Niggas sick to death
The only killers in America
Pistols get to hitting like a missile
Come through tear it up
Hell no, I'm not wrestling off the flat
No Rey Mysterio
Bullets get to coming through, they trap
You can't trap there no more
Daredevil, stick be in my
Lap while rocking Ferragamo
Twin shovels, we gon' need 'em both
So we can bury fella', big stepper
F&N, I guess that stand for fuck a nigga
Stomp the pedal hellcat verse that hemi
We straight dust a nigga
Do the dash in a 4Runner
Way before that boy, he put throw on 'em
I be down, they up the score on us
I done dropped the lo'
I'm in the Nola thuggin' here they go
Claiming they want smoke until they bro under
Even all the fans wanna see
Lil' Rondo go under
But fuck 'em, they ain't got no money

Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs
MACs, extension clips with beams
Know you won't see tomorrow
Clap, how lil' youngin' banging and they see
Hit up his car (Facts)
We get the drop, we jumped the fence then
Shootin' off the fire
I swear that all I know is murder, baby
Riding 'round with them bags on me
Smoking purple
That thirty poking out my pants on me
I'm rocking purple label
This for that one who put them bands on me
We gon' murk 'em roll up a blunt of that new
Dead homie while sippin' purple maple

Ha, I already know what come
With this shit man, ya know?
But I'ma be forever thuggin'
Tell them pussy-ass niggas catch up wit' me
Ya dig? (Catch up nigga)
Uh, riding 'round smoking dead
Opps, dead opps, dead opps
(Free lil' Timmy)
Hahaha, all I smoke is dead opps (Pussy)
Bitch-ass boy jump Out Gang, nigga
(Ha ha ha) , RIP to Ralph