Six-0 Business Lyrics – Quando Rondo
(You know I stay charged up, double A [?])
Ha, ha! Free Lil Top (Yeah)
***, let they free Lil Top out
Free Lil Top, ***, free Lil Top out (I need to talk with Mike Laury, free lil’ Pluto, where lil’ Pluto ‘dem?)
One, two, three, four, *** niggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, *** niggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, *** niggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, yeah, oh, yeah (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
(This Is The Sound)
Crip ***, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with ’em
Shorty, you know I got Crippin’ in my jeans (Ha, ha, ha)
A trill ***, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real ***
[?] like a ***, I give you [?] (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
*** niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amari like it’s Hillfiger
I just want ’em Mike Amari jeans (Ha, ha, ha)
Pills, ***, I just wanna pop that *** and sip like [?] with ’em
Homie, I don’t wanna sip that lean
Shut down they block, you know we rock out with them poles, we ’bout all that drama
They beef with us, you best believe his casket closed (Uh-uh, ha)
Without no rubber, I be ***’ on these hoes, I told my baby mama
Until the end, yeah, we gon’ sell a lot of *** and post up on the corner
Ha, bad ***, treat her like she average
Hit it from the back, I’m tryna nut all on your mattress
Then I ride ’round with that static
Chrome Heart, big ratchets
Money on yo’ dome, boy, my homeboy so savage (Ha)
Kick a door, that Five-seveN came with a red dot
I’m smokin’ ***, all out my body feeling just like AI
We don’t give a *** ’bout who you murked because that *** dead now
All ’bout the Ralphy on a shirt, we spin the block then I’m fine
Glock 27, *** ***, them pussies better be careful
All on his block where we be steppin’, we jumpin’ from out a Tesla
But I’m on FOX 5, all that rappin’, that *** *** gon’ catch ’em
Extensions stalk, G23, ’bout my Jesus piece it’s whatever
It’s on now, one in the head, my .45
Got niggas dead on both sides
I’m goin’ fed, so tell them niggas, “Come try me”
Them Robin jeans got angel wings
Tats on my face, I feel like Wayne
.238’s, we leave a stain
***, this a Hellcat not a [?]
I love to see her wrist bling
That’s my ***, by her you stank
‘Til I’m dead, I ain’t gon’ change
I’ma take these meds and sip this drank
From the dark side, Rollin’ 40 Crip ‘nem be my brothers
I look like Batman, brand new double-R favorite color
***, I’m a black man, we gon’ dump the Glock, and after that it’s in the trash can
I can’t be listenin’ to my momma, lightly [?]
I be traumatized from all this trauma, homicide and [?], man
All on my side, we ’bout the drama, play with us, I’ma drop [?]
I’ma send a [?] up to heaven, you catch a opp, then catch a blessing
Fall out with that Smith and Wesson
That Jump Out [?], *** a [?]
Two Percocets, then pop a Xanny
Ain’t *** yet, but, boy, get ready
Down in the ground just like some treasure
You know that we be throwin’ extra (Yeah, yeah)
Crip ***, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with ’em
Shorty, you know I got Crippin’ in my jeans (Ha, ha, ha)
A trill ***, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real ***
[?] like a ***, I give you [?] (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
*** niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amari like it’s Hillfiger
I just want ’em Mike Amari jeans (Ha, ha, ha)
Pills, ***, I just wanna pop that *** and sip like [?] with ’em
Homie, I don’t wanna sip that lean
