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letra de casket talk, pt. 2 - never broke again & quando rondo

[intro: quando rondo]
(saucey, you’re a g*nius)
ayy, record this
(who made this sh-t? taytay made the beat)

[verse 1: quando rondo]
.223, we draw the chalk all on the block they be on
late night, we creep, timm let off shots, we tryna wet they street cone
married to the streets, pinky ring blocks, i made the block my fiona
from west to east, we let off shots, we get the drop, then we on ’em
two homicides with no confession, yeah
six times out of ten, i’m out my top, wait ’til we catch his ass
ayy, nine times out of ten, we on they block with smith & wessons, yeah
ayy, dread head, the glock in his hand, take a pic and they pop like, b-tch, we dump at him
straight shake the block, we up one, body bag
spray at the cops ’cause they not stoppin’ nothin’
whole hundred pounds, we flew ’em in from cali’, come and shop with us
and plus it’s ten a g for pure exotic, we shut down the west
ain’t nothin’ but some k!llers hangin’ ’round me, throwin’ down eleven
like, free lil’ bubba sittin’ in that county, send that clown to heaven

[chorus: quando rondo]
boom, boom, baow, thirty rounds or better
ayy, ayy, stay swervin’ with them steppers
ayy, but still watch where you stepping
ayy, ’cause these some new margielas
ayy, watch how you move, lil’ fellow
ayy, ’cause we sent two to heaven
won’t stop ’til they whole crew be resting
and they know who i see rich rolling, that’s why i keep this smith & wesson with me
you can’t do no show inside my town unless you check in with me
and now my pockets overflowing, it’s kind of hard for them to catch up with me
don’t even know which way i’m going, i’m off promethazine and ecstasy
that sh-t a lie, you never popped nothin’
[verse 2: quando rondo]
trackhawk, ridin’ shotgun
n-ggas cap, dog, they ain’t got nothin’
you a dead guy once dog come
rolling dead guys in a fat blunt
hundred racks, i done wrapped ’round my neck
double back on the street where he at
all for a check, yeah, we leavin’ ’em stretched
xds with a stick and a tec
x to the end, need to go see the vet
rest in peace, heat put in his neck
n-gga know what i bleed, i’ma die for the set
tell her pull up on me, then i’ma f-ck on my ex
if you f-ckin’ on me, you might get some baguettes
i no longer sip green, it be makin’ me mad
i’ma f-ck ’til she bleed, i be chokin’ her neck
ah, lil’ cousin’ come through runnin’ through the alley, tryna knock his ass
a couple k!llers thuggin’ with me from the valley, f-ck it, drop a bag
i took her shopping, draped that b-tch all in some ballys, f-cked her in her ass
fifty-five hundred, cashin’ out all in versace, made it all off crack

- never broke again quando rondo

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