Flawless
Quando Rondo
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(Ayy yo, Bans, what you cookin'?) Oh, yeah Q-R-N (LC, LC) On the way from school, we made a vow that we gon' blast for each other Call it perfect timin', since a child I spent straight cash for my bezel I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds, off shippin' packs to the fellas My gangsta bitch the project's finest, Zach cook the crack in the kettle My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can't settle Jump in that stolo, Glock with dicks, how we growed up in the ghetto New Honda four-door filled with sticks, like we don't fold under pressure Whole sixty days wore Dickie fits, until I ran up some cheddar Late night we spin low to the rocks, let's put the boys on the stretcher I drop a ten right by your yard, we makin' noise with Berettas Purple Codeine cloudin' my thoughts, like I don't know no better Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa, we leave straight smoke in they bedroom Think with my dick more than my brain, that shoulda fucked Plus I ain't quick to empty clips Like f*ck the dealer, cameras in that thang Got all this Codeine in my liver plus my killa might just be my mans Right cross the tracks, we up them forties at four niggas for speakin' on my name Ran up my guap then watch my people change So many times I question, dear father like I'm dead hearted Like why the f*ck they got to judge, our lil' partner, came from the bottom Life of a thug, call me QPac, Young Bishop, rich and ballin' Twice I done fucked but ain't no love so I no longer call 'em The opps keep callin' from the phone, we don't wanna do 'em Ayy, lil' Ralphie gone, now we gotta make sure these shirts say "Long live" Diamond in the rough, put in my watch, that came from out the projects My pistol tuck, I know they proud even though they ain't my partner It's sad enough I ain't even f*ck, fell in love from the convos Here go some billion dollar luck, like wrap this up for Rondo Wonderful feelin' from the cups, I'm knockin' at your front door Brick from my 'migo cost a dub, not talkin' Quavo Huncho On the way from school, we made a vow that we gon' blast for each other Call it perfect timin', since a child I spent straight cash for my bezel I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds, off shippin' packs to the fellas My gangsta bitch the project's finest, Zach cook the crack in the kettle My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can't settle Jump in that stolo, Glock with dicks, how we growed up in the ghetto New Honda four-door filled with sticks, like we don't fold under pressure Whole sixty days wore Dickie fits, until I ran up some cheddar Late night we spin low to the rocks, let's put the boys on the stretcher I drop a ten right by your yard, we makin' noise with Berettas Purple Codeine cloudin' my thoughts, like I don't know no better Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa, we leave straight smoke in they bedroom
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Written by: Leo Mateus, Luke Clay, TyQuain Bowman
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