Quando Rondo - Six-0 Business Lyrics

(You know I stay charged up) ha, ha
(Double A in the 'Yo with me right now)
Free Lil Top, nigga (yeah)
Nigga, free Lil Top out (ayo, Drum bring that beat back)
(How these niggas know what the fuck goin' on with us?)
Free Lil Top, nigga, yeah, free Lil Top out (they know, neighborhood, nigga)
Free lil' Pluto, where lil' Pluto 'dem? (I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury) mob
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (ah, ah, ha, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (ah, ah, ha, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (ah, ah, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, oh, yeah (ah, ah, ha, ha) (This Is The Sound)

Crip nigga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em
(See, shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my genes) (ha, ha, ha)
Trill nigga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real nigga
(And after that I'll give you everything) (ha, ha, ha, ha)
Kill niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amiri like it's Hilfiger
(I just wanna rock Amiri jeans) (ha, ha, ha)
Pills, nigga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with her
(Mami, I just wanna sip that lean)

Shut down they block
You know we rock out with them poles, we 'bout all that drama (uh, uh, uh, ahh)
They play with us, you best believe his casket closed (ahh, ah)
Without no rubber, I be fuckin' on these hoes, I told my baby mama (ah, ha)
Until the end, yeah, we gon' sell a lot of dope (ha, I'ma let y'all niggas)
And post up on the corner (know what the fuck goin' on)
Ha, bad bitch, treat her like she average
Hit it from the back, I'm tryna nut all on your mattress
Then I ride 'round with straight static, Chrome Heart, big ratchets
Money on yo' dome, boy, my homeboy so savage (ha)
Kick a door, that Five-seveN came with a red dot
I'm smokin' dope, all out my body feeling just like AI
We don't give a fuck 'bout who you murked because that pussy dead now
All 'bout lil' Ralphy on a shirt, we spin they block then up fire (uh, uh, uh-uh)
Glock 27, murder weapon, them pussies better be careful (uh, uh, uh, uh-uh)
All on your block where we be steppin', we jumpin' from outta Teslas (uh, uh, uh, uh-uh)
Put him on FOX for all that reppin', that pussy nigga gon' catch it
Extension stock, G23 by my Jesus piece, it's whatever
It's on now, one in the head, my .45 got niggas dead on both sides
I'm goin' fed, so tell them niggas, "Come try"
Them Robin jeans got angel wings, tats on my face, I feel like Wayne
.238's, we leave a stain, bitch, this a Hellcat not a 'Stang
I love to see her wrist bling, that's my bitch, by her, you stank
'Til I'm dead, I ain't gon' change
I'ma take these meds and sip this drank (ha)
Dark side, Rollin' 40 Crip, them be my brothers
I look like Batman, brand new Double R my favorite color
Bitch, I'm a Pacman, we gon' dump the Glock
Then after that it's in the trash can
I can't be listenin' to my momma like Liantte Billy Badass
I'm traumatized from all this trauma, homicide and it's a backhand
All on my side, we 'bout that drama, play with us, I'ma drop a backhand
I'ma send a few more up to Heaven, you catch a opp, then catch a blessing
Foul out with that Smith & Wesson, that Jump Out Drac' house, fuck eleven
Two Percocets, then pop a Xanny, ain't murder yet, but, boy, get ready
Down in the ground just like some treasure
You know that we be goin' extra, yeah, yeah (ah, yeah)

Crip nigga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em
(See, shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my genes) (ha, ha, ha)
Trill nigga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real nigga
(And after that I'll give you everything) (ha, ha, ha, ha)
Kill niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amiri like it's Hilfiger
(I just wanna rock Amiri jeans) (ha, ha, ha)
Pills, nigga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with her
(Mami, I just wanna sip that lean)