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rondonumbanine - wack a opp lyrics

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(hook 2x: young loc)
wack a opp, back to the block
now i’m smokin loud and im chillin
give a f-ck ’bout who i just shot, boy i ain’t go no feelings
i was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon’ k!ll him
call rondo with that glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin’

(verse 1: young loc)
imma chase that money, for the [?]
red dots for them head shots, they leakin on his ceilin’
that ambulance come pick him up, and the [?] they can’t heal em’
watch em fade away, like mj, them young boys be k!llin’
and all my n-gg-s go hard, it’s double r 600
my n-gg-s crackin them cards, them young boys be gunnin’
we in and out of them cars, them risky n-gg-s be stuntin’
got bands all up on me, i’m throwin it, it ain’t nothin’
your b-tch all on my d-ck, outta no where, all a sudden
she wanna n-gg- to hit, but n-gg- ain’t no nothin
that codeine what i sip, extendos and them sk’s, this revolver hold about six
there be a lot of shots fired your way
you can duck sh-lls or get hit
cpdk, f-ck a brick
its middle fingers to a snitch
man up you a b-tch
stop flexin you ain’t with the sh-ts
me and rondo tote two nines[?], thats 6 shots, two clips

(hook 2x: young loc)
wack a opp, back to the block
now i’m smokin loud and im chillin
give a f-ck ’bout who i just shot, boy i ain’t go no feelings
i was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon’ k!ll him
call rondo with that glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin’

(verse 2: rondonumbanine)
wack a opp, back to the block
load the mac up and go back
make bullets rain you get whacked
we do walk ups with that tec
i f-ck with double r, i’m double r so if you talking sh-t, you dead
they say rondo you up next, it’s your year savage, no flex
yeah i dump[?] through a check
and i’m a hot head with a lot of guns
we play for keeps, and k!ll for fun
my squad savage we ain’t for none
oh sh-t, rondo in that gangway
i’m gettin money where they g-ngb-ng
in a fast car just switchin’ lanes
and i got it all finessin’
smokin’ dope, and stackin’, with my hand on my weapon
who? steve drive, that’s shots fired
i’m runnin’ sh-t no umpire, my b-tch bad somethin’ like mariah
o-ok, i’m in that range rover with my n-gg- durk
if we see an opp, he on a shirt
loc got the mac, he get hurt
free d-rose he in that jam, so for [?] i’m going ham
600 that’s my fam
otf!

(hook 2x: young loc)
wack a opp, back to the block
now i’m smokin loud and im chillin
give a f-ck ’bout who i just shot, boy i ain’t go no feelings
i was brought up not to trust none, one false move gon’ k!ll him
call rondo with that glock 9, and them shots fired, no healin’



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