quando rondo - jog blueprint lyrics
[intro]
blrr, ha, ha, ha
you know once it’s up with us, it’s stuck with us, you see what i’m saying? yeah (you know that)
glock four+five his head nap (boom, ha, yakree), il’ shawty be my ratchet, caught a baddie out my fan mail
boom, baow, boom
[pre+chorus]
oh+oh, he rollin’ (baow)
black rock through the corner, hundred round tryna rip them over (baow)
corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded (ah)
thirty in my magazine, that shoot it out if i approach ’em
[chorus]
straight drag racin’ in a h+llcat like a nascar (nas’)
we be on some motion (ha), run out, knock a fan off (ha)
audemars baguettes, you get ’em whacked, that’s ’bout a hundred rods
jump out gang gon’ stretch ya, i bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah
two fifties on this mac, all black, we gon’ knock ’em off
that lil’ n+gga on some loc sh+t (clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul
i’m sorry that i got attachеd to promethazine and adderall (ha, ha)
got it off my nеw b+tch, i got her some blue sh+t with us
see what i’m sayin’, i got the blueprint
[verse 1]
amiri denim dripping with it, cost me you can’t f+cking pay
shot up my ex behind the ceiling ’cause this b+tch don’t love me, n+gga
shots fired off right by the bell and i advised you not to play
.556 and .308 rip up they block, then you get paid
new four+five glock like jump out shake, that jog, i’m jump out gang
we break ’em down and bag ’em up, ran up a hundred in a day
four in the morning, me and buddha, all my jewelry on the haste
lil’ shawty f+ck, she love to rock my blue bandana ’round her face
full master foreign, roll that opp pack in the air straight to the face
backseat, i’m snorting off a xanax, plus some pint of purple med
that’s my lil’ homie on the corner serving rocks and bangin’ a
feds, they be trollin’ like we hiding but we out ’til winter away
mercedes throwing, bend they block, then let off shots that new ak
i’m sipping potion, roll another dead opp straight to the face
i’m rockin’ comme des garçons, got fed up, then caught a case
i bet that you won’t make it home, his head bust and you get paid
[chorus]
straight drag racin’ in a h+llcat like a nascar (nas’)
we be on some motion (ha), run out, knock a fan off (ha)
audemars baguettes, you get ’em whacked, that’s ’bout a hundred rods
jump out gang gon’ stretch ya, i bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah
two fifties on this mac, all black, we gon’ knock ’em off
that lil’ n+gga on some loc sh+t (clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul
i’m sorry that i got attached to promethazine and adderall (ha, ha)
got it off my new b+tch, i got her some blue sh+t with us
see what i’m sayin’, i got the blueprint
[verse 2]
you know lil timmy really ’bout it, i be tryna tell him chill
got all these perkies in my body, “why the f+ck you pop a pill?”
don’t even go inside the projects since lil jaja, he got k!lled
i bet that b+tch go blocker, blocker, all these stocks inside my steel
you know lil’ jump out black and driving by like you might just get k!lled
ju+ju+jump out with them straps, i’m styling, balmain on my heels
rollin’ that pressure ’til he drop, we got ’em all, run up a mil’
i’m like the box waitin’ on my section with that codeine out the seal
my family filled up with straight dope fiends and it’s been like that for years
i’m such a stupid motherf+cker, why the f+ck they gave me years?
we tote them guns and empty clips, b+tch, murder one, i’m from ’em crips
bro wonder, “quan, he grip the witters?” it’s just the f+cking life i live (boom, bah, skrrt)
[pre+chorus]
oh+oh, he rollin’ (baow)
black rock through the corner, hundred round tryna rip them over (baow)
corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded (ah)
thirty in my magazine, that shoot it out if i approach ’em
[chorus]
straight drag racin’ in a h+llcat like a nascar (nas’)
we be on some motion (ha), run out, knock a fan off (ha)
audemars baguettes, you get ’em whacked, that’s ’bout a hundred rods
jump out gang gon’ stretch ya, i bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah
two fifties on this mac, all black, we gon’ knock ’em off
that lil’ n+gga on some loc sh+t (clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul
i’m sorry that i got attached to promethazine and adderall (ha, ha)
got it off my new b+tch, i got her some blue sh+t with us
see what i’m sayin’, i got the blueprint
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