Quando Rondo

Quando Rondo – Kiccin Shit Lyrics

Kiccin S**t by Quando Rondo

Released : 2018

I’m kickin’ s**t in givenchy, these ain’t no foamposites
I know these n****s they envy, but they ain’t nobody
My whole team fly like a private jet, ain’t no co pilot
Say he don’t know ’bout lil quando, go ask your hoe ’bout me
Feds asking me ’bout a ahootin’ but I don’t know ’bout it
I bought a house in Atlanta, but still be in them projects
I poured a deuce in a fanta, lean out the water faucet
I wrap my Glock round my bandana, I ain’t with all that talking
I got some charges that’s been in the south, that’s aggravated
First n***a blew up my city, so they suppose to hate me
I done made over a hunnid grand, I ain’t graduated
I done did time in a can, came home went back to the basic

You can’t hang around me ’cause you crapped me
You don’t like me and ion like you
This young n***a with me scrapped up
If you move wrong he might shoot
Rich homie quando, that’s right too
Drippin’ sauce on ’em like pagu
So you getting money, I gotta bag too
That’s right too
N***a
Too official with that pistol, I’m gone shoot that
Have some young n****s on your head, just like a durag
And I’m so cuip, I took a shower with a blue rag
And I can’t walk up out my house without my blue flag
He ain’t really what he claim to be, be lame to me
N***a really a game to me like nature’s
This young n***a who came with me, he geeked up off that Molly
I’m in magic cith with the racks out, if I do a party it’s packed out
Hit her from the back, pull her tracks out
Young rich n***a in a crack house
I was locked up, but I’m back out
And I’m on these n****s neck
I should get sponsored by Nike, cause I’m all about a check
They know I’m up Next
I figured that’s why they hated on me
This for all the b*****s who traded on me
This for my mama, she waited on me
The brand new Rollie, I’m waiting on it
These diamonds round my neck, I swear I out that paper on it
This big Glock .40
I can’t wait to put a laser on it
I might just go buy a condo
In Decatur homie

I’m kickin’ s**t in givenchy, these ain’t no foamposites
I know these n****s they envy, but they ain’t nobody
My whole team fly like a private jet, ain’t no co pilot
Say he don’t know ’bout lil quando, go ask your hoe ’bout me
Feds asking me ’bout a ahootin’ but I don’t know ’bout it
I bought a house in Atlanta, but still be in them projects
I poured a deuce in a fanta, lean out the water faucet
I wrap my Glock round my bandana, I ain’t with all that talking
I got some charges that’s been in the south, that’s aggravated
First n***a blew up my city, so they suppose to hate me
I done made over a hunnid grand, I ain’t graduated
I done did time in a can, came home went back to the basic

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