Gun Powder - Quando Rondo

I don’t know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed

Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold

Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes

My youngin' down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke

Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke

We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score

Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won’t spare no kids or no hoes

Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes

Take off his nose

None of my niggas gon' bend, break, or fold

Clutchin' cutters, me and my brothers ridin' 'round smokin' dope

I got a drop on all the opps, hope you don’t think that you Low

This ain’t no threat, bitch this a promise, when I catch you case closed

Money fold, dope sold, you caught a body but told

Spent 40 thousand on some diamonds, got my mouth lookin' froze

You sippin ' lean, that’s not prescription, got 'em comin' by loads

Lord knows, walk in the mall and spend 10 thousand on clothes

I don’t know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed

Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold

Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes

My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke

Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke

We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score

Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won’t spare no kids or no hoes

Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes

I bought a chopper then I filled it up

I catch 'em, I’ma fill 'em up

Walk down, headshots, hit the corner, rip 'em up

Y’all better listen to the words I say, we livin' in our last days

Point blank, proven, ci-cigarettes and ash trays

I don’t know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed

Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold

Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes

My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke

Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke

We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score

Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won’t spare no kids or no hoes

Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes

Grrrah, hahahaha

Haha, bitch, come here