Quando Rondo - Heat Tucked (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
Search, synchronize, and download lyrics in LRC and SRT formats for YouTube music videos by videoID or Title.
You can preview or test subtitles before downloading them.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
(optional) Use the buttons below or the keyboard shortcuts "G" or "H" to adjust subtitle synchronization before downloading.
The available subtitles for the media will be listed below.
When available, click to load or test subtitles from the list below.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
Quando Rondo - Heat Tucked (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
I got thirty in my forty and you
know this shit retarded, huh
(Shout out my nigga Synco)
Ha, ha, ha, it's up, it's up
Mask on, we gon' knock him
off, I'm off a CashApp
I got my strap on me, I'ma drop
some guap, I'm off a PayPal
Black chrome
Metal on the handle, where
that kite now?
Jakiyah, bring yo' ass home
Last long, we gon' up the score
and burn the town down
Racks on, guns and ammunition
in my townhouse
Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim
hold my four pound
Whack somethin', we gon' send some
bullets through yo' whole house
7.62 and .556s, we uppin',
and no, ain't no missin'
Ridin' for my ambition,
ballin' on seven sixes
Lil' shawty, she got a nigga, I
fuck her and call her sister
Screamin' out "Fuck the system,"
I'm rockin out with my niggas
S-Sosa wе up them pistols, I'm
pourin' out lean and liquor
J-Jump-Out-Gang we thе sickest,
these niggas know who official
Section 8, they can get it,
and anybody who wit' 'em
Yesterday with the fifty, we
hit him all in the temple
Ronald Reagan, uh, presidential
tint the window, uh
Out of state, uh, purple
baby in my swisher
Roddy Ricch, stick inside the box,
we creep then wet 'em up
Everyday I be drippin' sauce
like on the regular
Where you at? I'm tryna
lay this pipe down
Just make sure that stick in reach
Play with my clique and you deceased
4trey opps 'cause I can free easy
'Cause I be mad at hood, either
hood be mad at me
But, if you ever play with the hood,
we gon' beat you 'til you bleed
I put that shit on **** and ****,
we go bangin' from the bleachers
Lil' homie know this paper good, he
bound to stank ya for a feature
Roll up some weed, like,
"What up wit' em?"
I'm blowin' purple baby reefer
Wait, let's get this understood,
boy, I'm a murder baby demon
Payback, I be sippin' mud,
came from the mud
Uh, left foot creep, ooh,
walkin' with that heater
I bought the body from Lul Timm
It's both of ours, rest in pee
Magazine and Glocks extension
stocks inside my Nina
Watch I do my dance, look how I
walk, I got that heat tucked
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!