Blueprint - Quando Rondo

Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that’s 'bout a hundred rods

Jump Out Gang leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah

Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off

That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul

Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)

Kiyah, that’s my new bitch, I got her some blue shit

See what I’m sayin', I got the blueprint

Amiri denim dripping with it, cost me you can’t fucking pay

Shot up my ex behind the ceiling 'cause this bitch don’t love me, nigga

Shots fired off right by the building, I advised you not to play

.556 and .308 rip up they block, then you get paid

New four-five Glock like Jump Out shake, that JOG, I’m Jump Out Gang

We break 'em down and bag 'em up, ran up a hundred in a day

Four in the morning, me and Buddha, all my jewelry on the haste

Lil' shawty fuck, she love to rock my blue bandana 'round her face

Full master foreign, roll that opp pack in the air straight to the face

Backseat, I’m snorting off a Xanax, plus some pint of purple maple

That’s my lil' homie on the corner serving rocks and bangin' A

Fans, they be trollin' like we hiding but we out totin' on eights

Mercedes stolen bend they block, then let off shots that new AK

I’m sipping potion, roll another dead opp straight to the face

I’m rockin' Comme des Garçons, got fed up, then caught a case

I bet that you won’t make it home, his head bust and you get paid

Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS')

We be on some motion (Ha), run out, knock a fan off (Ha)

Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that’s 'bout a hundred rods

Jump Out Gang leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah

Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off

That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul

Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)

Kiyah, that’s my new bitch, I got her some blue shit with us

See what I’m sayin', I got the blueprint

You know Lil Timmy really 'bout it, I be tryna tell him chill

Got all these Perkies in my body, wildin', fuck it, pop a pill

Don’t even go inside the projects since Lil JaJa, he got killed

I bet that bitch go blocker, blocker, all these stocks inside my steel

You know lil' JumpOutBlacc be driving by like, you might just get killed

Ju-ju-jump out with them straps, I’m styling, Balmain on my heels

Rollin' that pressure 'til he drop, we got 'em all, run up a mil'

I’m like the boss man on my section, rip that codeine out the seal

My family filled up with straight dope fiends and it’s been like that for years

I’m such a stupid motherfucker, why the fuck they gave me Ms?

We tote them guns and empty clips, big murder one, I’m from 'em Crips

Bro wonder, «Quan, he grip the witters?»

It’s just the fucking life I live

(Boom, bah, skrrt)

Oh-oh, he Rollin' (Baow)

Black rock through the cut, hundred round tryna rip them open (Baow)

Corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded (Ah)

Thirty in my magazine, that shoot it out if I approach 'em

Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS')

We be on some motion (Ha), run out, knock a fan off (Ha)

Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that’s 'bout a hundred rods

Jump Out Gang leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah

Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off

That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul

Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)

Kiyah, that’s my new bitch, I got her some blue shit

See what I’m sayin', I got the blueprint