Casket Talk, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Quando Rondo] (Saucey, you're a genius) Ayy, record this (Who made this shit? 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, bitch, 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 killers 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 shit a lie, you never popped nothin' [Verse 2: Quando Rondo] Trackhawk, ridin' shotgun Niggas 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 Nigga know what I bleed, I'ma die for the set Tell her pull up on me, then I'ma fuck on my ex If you fuckin' on me, you might get some baguettes I no longer sip green, it be makin' me mad I'ma fuck 'til she bleed, I be chokin' her neck Ah, lil' cousin' come through runnin' through the alley, tryna knock his ass A couple killers thuggin' with me from the valley, fuck it, drop a bag I took her shopping, draped that bitch all in some Ballys, fucked her in her ass Fifty-five hundred, cashin' out all in Versace, made it all off crack [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 shit a lie, you never popped nothin'