Quando Rondo - Red Eye (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Quando Rondo - Red Eye (en) Lyrics
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As a matter fact, pulled
up with extra ammo
Stopped by the store, me and my
Loc, like get a pack of Camels
(Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)
Every day we head hunting, red rumming
I can't keep it out my fucking mind
We wait 'til night time then we ride
Durk certified behind the wheel,
them bullets flying
Ayy, I know I say this every time,
we really live the life of crime
Load it up, dust 'em (Ashes,
ashes), no trust but duck, won't
shake them, blast it
My VVs blinding like some headlights
Roll that dope up, ha, dead guy
Stick came with a red eye, he shouldn't
never had his head high
They ran him down, he had a head price
How the cops gon' catch me?
This a red eye (Aw yeah)
Choppers out when I jump out the
car, fresh like a dead body
I be in the trenches with them youngins
waiting on they steal me
Glock 4-0 extension, another hommie,
it's just me and Timmy
Four more of them bitches speaking
on me, aim it at they fitteds
Fuck the opps, they broke, ain't got
no money, plus we fuck they bitches
Spin with your rod and
let that fire hit
Lil' youngin really 'bout it, put
that smoke out like a fireman
We be fighting dogs inside the yard,
I fell like Michael Vick
Hell nah, that ain't no ratchet shit
I be on some nova rich and rolling
on some rider shit
Beefing with that ho talk, slit his
throat, some Michael Myers shit
Could've signed to Motown, but it's
fuck 'em, Never Broke Again
Say she in love with that bitch, make
sure he don't see that ho again
Shake 'til the scope off of the stick
just to put it on this pole again
I bet that chopper make 'em
get back, ain't no Get Back,
nigga, fuck King Von
We gon' be sleeping with a
stick right by the door,
it ain't no running up
Late night, we creepin' on they
bitch-ass, get down low,
Drac' got a hundred up
Bitch, plus my pockets
got a hundred in it
I bet that rod take out a hundred
man, a hundred man
3-0 in my 4-0, fuck 54
'cause bitch I'm 6-0
Hit from the back, bitch,
let my dick go
Like fuck that, watch the piss ho
We popped the car and
let that stick blow
To get with us, you need 'bout six-O
Jump out all-black, I'm with a rich ho
Back jump all-black, gon'
pull a kickdoor
For 1500, youngin' knocked 'em off
We gon' kill 'em all by one
by one, I want the top dog
Really fucked up in the head, might
let a junkie eat my dick and balls
They got my thug inside the
feds, when he touch down,
he get the biggest Glock
Two double cups I'm sipping red to bring
the X down plus this Adderall
Supressor on the Glock, my thirty
shots inside of chain claw
They quick to link up with the
opps, that's every time
they know the pressure on
Same day that Timmy get out, he'll go
back, in love with busting domes
Lil' brother bust that nigga head 'cause
he got caught without that pole
Come here, where you going?
Hello? Ayy, turn on the
news real quick
It is getting outrageous,
seventeen murders
Every day we head hunting, red rumming,
red rumming, red rumming, yeah
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