RONDO - SASH

Blrr She love the way these diamonds shine all in my watch (woah) She hate that me be totin' a nine when I ride 'round I swear that your love hard to find now where I'm from (I'm from) I got some niggas doin' time on a cellblock With Johnny, duck these police sirens (woo, woo) You do it, better do it silent (silent) Ayy, on the team, gotta keep it solid (yeah) Ayy, we made a vibe, can't drop a dime, we won't tell cops Just a year ago my life was good, now I got all these problems I made it out the hood, but my career seem like it slowly follow I swear my soul misunderstood Might be the reason I got codeine problems Sometimes I feel like I can't do it I hit my knees and send a pray to Allah I fuck with lil' shorty, she say she gonna scoop the bill dollars And if I die before you make it Promise you won't forgive what I taught ya Hard to survive So I stay faded off this codeine mixed up with narcotics Once where I got her, had to face it, one daily hit, you gone tomorrow I'ma leave that round and throw my mind 'Cause I gotta make it home to my dollars I know my life be on the line So I never move 'less I'm with them shottas I see the time Look at my eyes and my grandma say that she see a story If I write a book, it'll be on some war shit She got me hooked up down, lil' shorty gorgeous I send a shout-out to my mama, 'cause she never thought about abortion I'm drippin' sauce in my pijamas while Blowin' up with them brand-new Jordans Sometimes I reached out with a Carter I Bought her, that's what these niggas look It's perfect timin' on that new Audemars, remember I couldn't afford it She love the way these diamonds shine all in my watch (woah) She hate that me be totin' a nine when I ride 'round I swear that your love hard to find now where I'm from (I'm from) I got some niggas doin' time on a cellblock With Johnny, duck these police sirens (woo, woo) You do it, better do it silent (silent) Ayy, on the team, gotta keep it solid (yeah) Ayy, we made a vibe, can't drop a dime, we won't tell cops Yeah, maybe I'm the problem, I'm just tryna reduce it Feel like I'm right back at the bottom, I can't win from this losin She from the hood, but she a model, so I drip her in Gucci I roll with the kush smoke with her mama, damn, I fuck with Miss Suzan I ain't got no time for all that Drama, that toxic shit was gon' lose me I do the dash inside this 'Vert, I can't get caught with this Uzi I put some racks inside your purse, like, "Go and blow it in Louis" Can't sell no crack, I'm thirty-thirty 'less you clutchin' a toolie I put my heart in every verse, you know my life like a movie Can't even talk 'bout who we murk, you know my life Call of Duty Four rounds, it's filled with them gunners, I think they tryna do me I thank you for believin' in me, I'm not talkin' 'bout Toosii Um, fast car skrrt-skrrt when I skrrt off the block If a nigga run up, we gon' put him on FOX Broke up in all hundreds, we knock a few dollars Real dad, headhunter, got to blick up my drawers Boss talk, one-fifty, tryna get her knocked off Is it my neck or my wrist or the with It, the glisten the reason that she love? She love the way these diamonds shine all in my watch (woah) She hate that me be totin' a nine when I ride 'round I swear that your love hard to find now where I'm from (I'm from) I got some niggas doin' time on a cellblock With Johnny, duck these police sirens (woo, woo) You do it, better do it silent (silent) Ayy, on the team, gotta keep it solid (yeah) Ayy, we made a vibe, can't drop a dime, we won't tell cops

Brrr (Cub, know he go crazy) Brrr, brrr (Tell me you love me) Uh-ooh I got the engine, and I'm on some man shit I thought that that was some man shit (prr) I thought that that was the way that you said That was from my understandment Aw-yeah (ha-ha-ha) Man, a nigga just rappin' at this point I8 go vroom, skrrt When I spin off the block with a whole Hunnid racks, in my pants (my pants) I don't know about you, but I'ma die for my mans (my mans) Steady thinkin' 'bout you, can't get lil' ma out my head (head) Try to run from the truth, just like you do, but I can't Shawty fuckin' my nigga, no Al Pacino Glock work on the block, no Scarface Had the ball in your court, you ain't pass me the rock I took the Penny Hardaway Nigga talkin' extorted, get hit with the mop I'm geeked out, Roxies, broad day Man, I need me a baddie like Nicki Minaj Come put that pussy on me Girl, that pussy so good, when I fuck, I be sweatin' Model bitch from the hood, she be chasin' that Fetty She wanna put that period blood inside my food, don't eat spaghetti Baby, I'm the superior, I came from the mud My whole damn life, I been war ready He say, she say, she say, he say, baby, why that really matter? Like why we can't talk 'bout investments? Girl, you know I bang blue, you could go get a better man Go to work after school, that lil' mama intelligent All I think 'bout is you, man, I think that you Heaven-sent We go straight to the top, that's the place they ain't never been I be sippin' on Wock', on that shit, I spent hella bands I'm in love with this thot, ain't nobody got better than Nigga, I'm with the mob, go to war with the Taliban Goin' all the way up (skrrt, skrrt) I just wanna go all the way up When I skrrt off the block (woo, skrrt, skrrt, okay, let's go) In a brand new i8, yeah I8 go vroom, skrrt When I spin off the block with a whole Hunnid racks in my pants (my pants) I don't know about you, but I'ma die for my mans (my mans) Steady thinkin' 'bout you, can't get lil' ma out my head (head) Try to run from the truth, just like you do, but I can't Shawty fuckin' my nigga, no Al Pacino Glock work on the block, no Scarface Had the ball in your court, you ain't pass me the rock I took the Penny Hardaway Nigga talkin' extorted, get hit with the mop I'm geeked out, Roxies, broad day Man, I need me a baddie like Nicki Minaj Come put that pussy on me I need me a Cardi, without the B, you know I'm C'd out (uh) Whole Lotta Red, no Playboi Carti, leave his corner No, I no longer want her around me, bitch, I'm goin' up My dick way longer, make her suck it, got her throwin' up Shit get real in the field, no Ricky Bobby Know these niggas gon' squeal like Mickey talkin' Quick to empty the steel like Ricky caught 'em Wanna fuck on Ochocinco's daughter No, I can't even swim but I'm deep in that water They don't know how it feel, so I smoke a whole quarter First 48, no law and order Bitch better go get her drawers in order He ain't really gon' shoot that, you ain't thuggin' (you ain't thuggin') I might come through with a blue-flag Crip like Danny Glover (like, le-ooh-wee-ooh) I fucked her once, but I don't really know her So, tell me how the fuck you love me, stupid motherfucker? (motherfucker) I8 go vroom, skrrt When I spin off the block with a whole Hunnid racks in my pants (my pants) I don't know about you, but I'ma die for my mans (my mans) Steady thinkin' 'bout you, can't get lil' ma out my head (head) Try to run from the truth, just like you do, but I can't Shawty fuckin' my nigga, no Al Pacino Glock work on the block, no Scarface Had the ball in your court, you ain't pass me the rock I took the Penny Hardaway Nigga talkin' extorted, get hit with the mop I'm geeked out, Roxies, broad day Man, I need me a baddie like Nicki Minaj Come put that pussy on me

Uh, yeah Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck Uh, I might spend some paper on your that'll get her wet Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, get him whacked Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away Ayy, iced out my bitch Aude mars You know it's lights out when I catch that boy Two-seater with a bad like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky Two C's on your bag, you can get anythin' that you want Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad rich So don't treat me like the average ones Ayy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun I didn't really have a choice, now it's a blessin', I'm the chosen one I'm really the voice of all them young ins totting stolen guns Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one And don't forget I'm only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one And plus I drive a twenty-one I was seventeen that was twenty-one Since the plug number nineteen Fuck it, let him go for twenty-one Promethazine and codeine got me floatin' like an astronaut Just like a punter, kick the door in A duck, he went and air 'em out Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag Like right back at you, whack his bro this time Draw the line inside the parking lot I'm only parkin' what your parking lot You know we love them brand-new black Air Forces Them boys is askin' me if I trust that squad Stack my blue faces now I'm moonwalking in Calabasas Private flight, new faces, still to this day richer than all my opps Ring around the Rosie with that stick, fuck it, spin they block Oh, ride 'round with that heavy metal in a foreign car The only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross Bentley Jeep, let's ride down Melrose to get some Farrago It be the same one that yell bros that'll tell on you I know locked behind the cell doors you'll tell somethin' (uh, yeah) Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck Uh, I might spend some paper on your, that'll get her wet Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, get him whacked Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away Ayy, iced out my bitch Aude mars You know it's lights out when I catch that boy Two-seater with a bad like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky Two C's on your bag, you can get anythin' that you want Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad rich So don't treat me like the average ones

CashMoneyAP I go to war 'bout my niggas, yeah Quan just made a hit Quando Rondo nigga, yeah Ooh-hoo-hoo OG told me Quando life's a gamble like a pair of dice RIP to Quaffy, know my nigga up in paradise Tryna forget the pain, put a xanny in my dirty Sprite They choose the life of fame, I'm feeling already lived that life Bailey don't you change, you know one day you gon' be my wife Walk in Lenox Mall, we gon' leave out with a lot of ice I go to war for you, baby girl I put up a fight I ride for lil shawty and I told her that that's one gon' ride I know they hittin' 'cause a nigga came up Nicky really my round, I know he won't change up Every day strapped down, Quincy kept a banger Now my nigga locked down, got me filled with anger Life on the run, I can't let 'em capture me To the top with my niggas, I swear that's where I'd rather be Every day strapped down 'cause these niggas after me Jacksonville to Miami, they can't keep no track of me I know, a big flag on my left, 'cause bitch I'm rollin' sixties Been flippin' with Lil Quisey, hittin' licks city to city I know they want me dead so I got thirty in my glizzy If you lookin' for me, I ain't hidin', nigga come and get to the Top where I'm going, I know they hate 'cause I'm elevating Patiently, yeah I been waiting Every day I'm paper chasing Feeling it's my time though, hustled and then I grind for it I done committed crimes for it, many times I did time for it OG told me Quando life's a gamble like a pair of dice RIP to Quaffy, know my nigga up in paradise Tryna forget the pain, put a xanny in my dirty Sprite They choose the life of fame, I'm feeling already lived that life Bailey don't you change, you know one day you gon' be my wife Walk in Lenox Mall, we gon' leave out with a lot of ice I go to war for you, baby girl I put up a fight I ride for lil shawty and I told her that that's one gon' ride Promise we gon' ball at the three point line Quando Rondo baby, you can be my number nine Just keep that shit one hundred just like ten dimes Just keep that shit one hundred like ten dimes Got you baby girl, you know I'ma put up shots I'ma buy you that new Mercedes fresh out the lot I got these niggas hatin' 'cause they seeing what I bought I caught a couple cases but you know my shits got bought Tryna run me up a check, she tryna run me crazy 'Til the very end, would you be my lady? 'Til the very end, would you be my baby? Poppin' Percocets to ease away the pain lately 4 Pockets Full, shout out Lil Baby You know my clip full, pull out that three eighty I do this for Bowen Flats, they really raised me Tryna duck the feds 'cause they tryna trace me OG told me Quando life's a gamble like a pair of dice RIP to Quaffy, know my nigga up in paradise Tryna forget the pain, put a xanny in my dirty Sprite They choose the life of fame, I'm feeling already lived that life Bailey don't you change, you know one day you gon' be my wife Walk in Lenox Mall, we gon' leave out with a lot of ice I go to war for you, baby girl I put up a fight I ride for lil shawty and I told her that that's one gon' ride

Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin' Mama couldn't pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin' Ever since I was lil' one I ain't had nothin' Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't frontin' I know one day I'm gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it Distance myself from that fake shit, I ain't got time for it No, no, I ain't got time for it, no, no-oh-oh Tryna stack my money tall like them twin towers On your block I make it rain, that's a bullet shower I want money and respect, nigga, fuck the power Hundred shooters comin' silent, that's a hundred vowels Tryna get money, nigga, fuck these bitches In my own lane, yeah I'm on my road to riches I just fuck then I duck 'em, I don't love these bitches Gave her my heart, she fucked that up, so I don't trust these bitches Plenty times in that cell, I caught a couple cases First day out, no wasting time, I went back to them basics I'm chasing dead faces, I'm feeling be-traited I finally made it, them niggas they hatin' The fact, damn my name was ringin' bells Locked up in the cell, ain't nobody on me pay my bail Deep off in that water, I was swimmin' just like Michael Phelps Lost my nigga Quaffy, I swear you ain't know how it felt Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin' Mama couldn't pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin' Ever since I was lil' one I ain't had nothin' Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't frontin' I know one day I'm gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it Distance myself from that fake shit, I ain't got time for it No, no, I ain't got time for it, no, no-oh-oh I know Lil Lick, he gon' kill for me And I know that Rufus go hard for me I know that Pac gon' send shots for me Do drive-bys out all of them cars for me OZ'll take out his heart for me Kenny did time in that yard for me It's a lot of shit Flash taught to me It's a lot of shit Flash taught to me If it's pressure with them niggas, we gon' gun 'em down When it's beef bitch we creep, we gon' run you down My favorite alphabet that K, it shoot a hundred rounds Boom at the blood to cross the mouth about a hundred pounds Potato on the barrel, swear that it won't make a sound And we ain't squashing shit, you know I'll lay you down Leave 'em in the lost and found, I'm the sickest in my town It get wicked in my town, so you better not play around And you know we be on that gang shit Disrespect that gang, swear to God you'll get your brain split, yeah RIP Quaffy three times My niggas they with it, we just buried about three nines Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin' Mama couldn't pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin' Ever since I was lil' one I ain't had nothin' Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't frontin' I know one day I'm gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it Distance myself from that fake shit, I ain't got time for it No, no, I ain't got time for it, no, no-oh-oh

There go Quando at the door, yeah And I swear, and I swear By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah) That's that third eye I just wanna buy, things I never bought (things I never bought) That new car garage (and a rover, yeah) Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin' Catch me wearin' 'round wit' my blick, they wanna six feet me (oh) On her, I cash out wit' them racks out on some D and G kicks Three hundred Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin' Trap house whippin' remix, dirty sprite, I need it Day and night, no, I don't care about this life I'm livin' Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (yeah) Wrong or right, you know I'm wild, and I won't let me seasick I could never leave my brother, that's just on some G shit Ain't been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense Yeah, she my main, but I don't trust her and I really mean that (yeah) He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich Uh, uh, I, all of my cars, they the fastest From the bottom, I make this shit happen Got some niggas that's still in the trenches, a lot in the prison who steady be trappin' And I'm screamin', "Fuck reminiscin'", these niggas be dissin', we hoppin' in traffic (skrrt) Every day, on a mission to run up a million, we wrappin' the bricks up in plastic I keep a rod in the Bentley 'cause I know they envy and really want static I made a decision to get up and get it, I know that I cannot go backwards (uh, uh, uh) One call, then I'm makin' you vanish My dog, yeah, that's really my best friend Lunch on, I walked in with the baddest Foreign car, out the window, the ratchet (ok, I gotcha) Tomorrow not promised, live it up, can't leave this way Just bein' honest, never thought that things'll be this way (oh) Ridin' 'round with a hundred, catch an opp, he gon' bleed this K Two double cup and when he pull up, you gon' see his face (oh, yeah) Oh, shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin' Catch me ridin' 'round with my blick, they wanna six feet me On her, I cash out with them racks out on some D and G kicks Three hundred Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin' Trap house, whippin' remix, dirty sprite, I need it Day and night, no, I don't care about this life I'm livin' Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (yeah) Wrong or right, you know I'm ridin', that's what left me seasick I could never leave my brother, that's just on some G shit Ain't been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense Yeah, she my main, but I don't trust her and I really mean that (yeah) He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich No, I'm not happy, I was born back in March madness Shorty bad, yeah, she the fattest Matter fact, she look fantastic New double R, can't wrap the plastic I think I might go matte black it That's just to show that I ain't average One thing for sure, I'm still blue flaggin' He keep a pole, but he ain't savage Turned around and look what happened Stick to the code, that's automatic We kickin' doors like, "Where the racks at?" Two double-O, the dashboard jaggin' You must ain't never checked my jacket Straight up and blow, another casket Jumped off the porch and got a ladder Too much of codeine in my bladder Two-four like Kobe, that's a tracker New iced out Rollie, that don't matter We kick it lowkey, not together My uncle told me, "Chess, no checkers" Look at my trophy on the dresser That's my lil' woadie, know he next up Y'all niggas owe me, pick a stretcher Oh, shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin' Catch me ridin' 'round with my blick, they wanna six feet me On her, I cash out with them racks out on some D and G kicks Three hundred Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin' Trap house, whippin' remix, dirty sprite, I need it Day and night, no, I don't care about this life I'm livin' Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (yeah) Wrong or right, you know I'm ridin', that's what left me seasick I could never leave my brother, that's just on some G shit Ain't been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense Yeah, she my main, but I don't trust her and I really mean that (yeah) He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich

I'ma do my dance in a bit (I'ma do my dance) She front on me, I throw bands at the bih All up in my pants and I'm rich (yeah) All up on the couch standing on shit, yeah Pay me in advance, off rip (off rip) Tell lil' mama do the dance on this dick (dick) Shooter with me, got his hands on the (skrr) Brrt brrt, we ain't throwin' hands in this bitch, no (throwin' hands) We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando, and she lit, lit I ain't playing with no wannabe tough nigga I ain't playing with no wannabe thug nigga In the hood you a rat, you a dub nigga (fuck nigga) I stay with the blicky, glttt-pow, are you dumb nigga? If a nigga try and front me, let him do, let him do Standing right in your face, nigga do what you do Big homie look at me, like shoot, I'm like "who?" I got the Big-Mac, kick-back, blow your whole shit back Bitch move When I walk up in the room, bitch move Who was talkin' jockin' this shit, like boom Bet he want static 'til they see me, like move But there he go right there bo-bo-boom We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando, and she lit, lit I got my money in my Bitch, I said I got my money in my Bentley (yeah) I got Rolls Royce's, I got coupes, I paid tuition (skrr) My diamonds 12 different colors like a sissy (ergh) Yeah, Patek Philippe's, I forgot to mention (Philippe's) I got suspended, I didn't have to do the dishes (yeah, yeah) I did it up and I didn't never ever listen 20 cars deep, we ain't worried about winnin' (nah) 6ix9ine (yeah), bang red like Heinz I'm a snake, nigga 6 shots in ya spine Money call me, I'ma pick up every time (brrt, brrt) And I got a bands in this bitch, yeah We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando, and she lit, lit Scum Gang