Blueprint
Quando Rondo
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Blrr, ha, ha, ha (Medusa got that pressure) You know once it's up with us, it's stuck with us You see what I'm saying? Yeah (you know that) Glock four-five, it's hand-held (boom, ha, thanks, Yakree) Lil' shawty be my ratchet, caught a baddie out my fan mail Boom, baow, boom Oh-oh, he rollin' (baow) Black rock through the cut, hundred round tryna rip them open (baow) Corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded (ah, big thirty) Thirty in my magazine, that shoot it out if I approach 'em Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS') We be on some motion (ha), run out, knock a fan off (ha) Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred rods Jump Out leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (ha, ha) Kiyah, that's my new bitch, I got her on some blue shit See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint Amiri denim dripping with it, cost me you can't fucking pay Shot up my ex behind the ceiling 'cause this bitch don't love me, nigga Shots fired off right by the building, I advised you not to play 556 and 308 rip up they block, then you get paid New four-five Glock like Jump Out shake, that JOG, I'm Jump Out Gang We break 'em down and bag 'em up, ran up a hundred in a day Four in the morning, me and Buddha, all my jewelry on the haste Lil' shawty f*ck, she love to rock my blue bandana 'round her face Full master foreign, roll that opp pack in the air straight to the face Backseat, I'm snorting off a Xanax, plus some pint of purple maple That's my lil' homie on the corner serving rocks and bangin' A Fans, they be trollin' like we hiding but we out totin' on eights Mercedes stolen, bend they block, then let off shots that new AK I'm sipping potion, roll another dead opp straight to the face I'm rockin' Comme des Garcons, got fed up, then caught a case I bet that you won't make it home, his head bust and you get paid Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS') We be on some motion (ha), run out, knock a fan off (ha) Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred rods Jump Out leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (ha, ha) Kiyah, that's my new bitch, I got her on some blue shit See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint You know Lil Timmy really 'bout it, I be tryna tell him chill Got all these Perkies in my body, wildin', f*ck it, pop a pill Don't even go inside the projects since Lil JaJa, he got killed I bet that bitch go blocker, blocker, all these stocks inside my steel You know lil' JumpOutBlacc be driving by like, you might just get killed Ju-ju-jump out with them straps, I'm styling, Balmain on my heels Rollin' that pressure to the trap, we got 'em all, run up a mil' I'm like the boss man on my section, rip that codeine out the seal My family filled up with straight dope fiends and it's been like that for years I'm such a stupid motherfucker, why the f*ck they gave me M's? We tote them guns and empty clips, big murder one, I'm from 'em Crips Bro wonder, "Quan, he grip the witters?" It's just the fucking life I live (boom, bah, skrrt) Oh-oh, he rollin' (baow) Black rock through the cut, hundred round tryna rip them open (baow) Corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded (ah) Thirty in my magazine, that shoot it out if I approach 'em Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS') We be on some motion (ha), run out, knock a fan off (ha) Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred rods Jump Out leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (ha, ha) Kiyah, that's my new bitch, I got her on some blue shit See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
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Written by: Tyquian Bowman
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