Flawless - Quando Rondo

Oh, yeah

Q-R-N

(LC, LC)

On the way from school, we made a vow that we gon' blast for each other

Call it perfect timing, since a child I spent straight cash for my bezel

I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds, off shippin' packs to the fellas

My gangsta bitch the project’s finest, cook the crack in the kettle

My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can’t settle

Jump in that, how we growed up in the ghetto

New Honda four-door filled with sticks, like we don’t fold under pressure

Whole sixty days worth Dickie fits until I ran up some chddar

Late night we spent low to th rocks, let’s put the boys on the stretcher

I drop a ten right by your yard, we making noise with Berettas

Purple Codeine cloudin' my thoughts, like I don’t know no better

Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa, we leave straight smoke in they bedroom

Think with my dick more than my brain, that shoulda fucked, plus I ain’t quick

to empty clips

Like fuck the dealer, cameras in that thang

Got all this Codeine in my liver plus my killa might just be my main

Right cross the tracks, we up them forties at four n****s for speaking on my

name

Ran up my guap then watch my people change

So many times I question that father like

Like why the fuck they got a judge or lil' partner, came from the bottom

Life of a thug, call me QPac, young bishop rich and ballin'

Twice I done fucked but ain’t no love so I no longer call 'em

The opps keep callin' from the phone, we don’t wanna do 'em

Ayy, lil' gone, now we gotta make sure these shirts say «Long live»

Diamond in the rough, put in my watch, that came from out the projects

My pistol tuck, I know they proud even though they ain’t my partner

It’s sad enough I ain’t even fuck, fell in love from the convos

Here go some billion dollar luck, like wrap this up for Rondo

Wonderful feeling from the cups, I’m knockin' at your front door

Brick from my 'migo cost a dub, not talking Quavo Huncho

On the way from school, we made a vow that we gon' blast for each other

Call it perfect timing, since a child I spent straight cash for my bezel

I wrap my wrist with flawless diamonds, off shippin' packs to the fellas

My gangsta bitch the project’s finest, cook the crack in the kettle

My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can’t settle

Jump in that, how we growed up in the ghetto

New Honda four-door filled with sticks, like we don’t fold under pressure

Whole sixty days worth Dickie fits until I ran up some cheddar

Late night we spent low to the rocks, let’s put the boys on the stretcher

I drop a ten right by your yard, we making noise with Berettas

Purple Codeine cloudin' my thoughts, like I don’t know no better

Two F&Ns, Rocky Balboa, we leave straight smoke in they bedroom