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Quando Rondo

Tyquian Terrel Bowman, known professionally as Quando Rondo, is an American rapper, singer, and producer from Savannah, Georgia who is currently signed to the Atlantic Records imprint, Never Broke Again, LLC. He initially gained attention with the release of his song "I Remember" featuring Lil Baby in January 2018. He has since released two mixtapes, Life B4 Fame and Life After Fame. more »

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What set you from?
Look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you probably one of them Rollin 60's, huh?

Huh, huh (Dubba-AA flex)
I'm this bitch with Dubba A
You know we be steady flexin', no
Don't know me, oh, no, no

Stick with the dick that's steady ringin'
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab 
Pussy boy you gon' die
I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers 
This what I'm gon' reply (this is the sound)

That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron
Care 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin'
Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door
Had to rock out wit' his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss 'bout my big brother
He made a diss like, "Damn, who died?"
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming 
"Crip life 'til we die"
They tellin' me to leave him 'lone
But I can't let the shit slide
Seein' his brains all on the cement 
Gon' leave his mama traumatized

They gon' call the homicide
On a whole another level that I ain't supposed to (I ain't never spoke no)
How the f*ck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
Timmy say don't talk on them phones
I'ma put three holes in yo' dome
Doogie run down the street wit' a Glock in his hand
Like look here this is what I'm on
I was up in New York at the top of the bands
I was out, zipped up wit' that chrome
Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
I'm steady tryna rip up the corner
Because they shot at yo' lil' brother
After that he went and posted a photo
And you don't get no straight about it
(Niggas you seen got a whack) Told me you called his phone
Big 33 that Timmy covered, let's go post up by the store
I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio's
Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
Watch they go talkin' on the 'Gram
We let off shots, then make a post

Stick with the dick that's steady ringin'
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab 
Pussy boy you gon' die
I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers 
This what I'm gon' reply (this is the sound)

That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron
Care 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin'
Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door
Had to rock out wit' his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss 'bout my big brother
He made a diss like, "Damn, who died?"
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming 
"Crip life 'til we die"
They tellin' me to leave him 'lone
But I can't let the shit slide
Seein' his brains all on the cement 
Gon' leave his mama traumatized

(watch they gon' talk behind a screen)
Yeah you love me or you love me not, I'ma be me
He known for gangsta shit
and even bangs in the streets, whoa (this is the sound) 
Pussy ass niggas
Tell that nigga, spin
I'm tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about it
Haha, nigga I'm a savage

Broke ass nigga

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