Out the Gym - Quando Rondo

Ayy, ayy, woah

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

With the Glock all in his pants

He gon' walk out with the Glock all in his pants

My shooter’s jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants

Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands

Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van

Jump out gang, no we ain’t playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban

Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran

Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain’t playin'

You say it’s up, bitch, what you sayin?

Side of your house, that’s where we layin'

When you walk out, we get to sprayin'

Pussy bitch, no, I ain’t playin'

Spin on their block, let off some shots, if we don’t hit we spin again

The day I die, nobody cry, walk in the mall and spend a ten

One Glock 40, two FNs, one got your name, two for your friends

Young rich nigga in the Benz, Lord forgive me for my sins

You rollin' with me, that’s a fact, nigga

I catch you walkin' out of church on Sunday mornin'

Best believe you gettin' stretched, nigga

I’m in the streets, they’re on the internet

Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back

I’m startin' to think these niggas snitchin'

When we spin, they never spinnin' back

Everything that I rap, swear to God that I’m spittin' facts

Hittin' winters on the run, I’m grippin' on the MAC

My chain snatched, your brain snatched

Glock 40 bullets, your name attached

Face a nigga just for lookin' at

I’m way up, ain’t no lookin' back

Ol' pussy boy, who you lookin' at?

Dope in the kitchen, we cookin' that

My shooter’s jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants

Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands

Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van

Jump out gang, no we ain’t playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban

Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran

Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain’t playin'

You say it’s up, bitch, what you sayin?

Side of your house, that’s where we layin'

When you walk out, we get to sprayin'

Pussy bitch, no, I ain’t playin'

That life he claim, I swear we livin' that

We takin', we ain’t givin' back

My feelings, put 'em in the trash

A hundred, got that shit in cash

Bitch, we 'bout beefin'

We hoppin' out of suburbans, midnight, we creepin'

I’m steady screamin' out murder, tryna get even

I’ma knock off your whole circle, on the way, we speedin'

I’m in a rush just to murk you

Livin' life real fast, movin' slow, I’m certain

Two lines of lean, Adderall and Perks

Cut 'em up a brick, then take their work

Matte black Hellcat, nigga, wheel go skrrt

Pull up, hop out, have your brain on the curb

We steady be slidin' from sun up to sun down

Slangin' iron for my niggas is fun now

Catch you leavin' out the store and get run down

No leg shot, you gettin' gunned down

Straight head shot, big gun sound

Fuck crime stoppers, we gon' hit their block up

911, got one down

My shooter’s jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants

Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands

Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van

Jump out gang, no we ain’t playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban

Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran

Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain’t playin'

You say it’s up, bitch, what you sayin?

Side of your house, that’s where we layin'

When you walk out, we get to sprayin'

Pussy bitch, no, I ain’t playin'

You know

R.I.P.

Lil Sosa, you know

It’s jump out gang forever, you know

Free Lil Leeky, I just talked to him the other day on collect

He ready to get back in the backseat too, bitch ass nigga