Who Died - Quando Rondo

What set you from?

You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers

No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60's, huh

(Dubba-AA flex)

Huh, huh

I’m this bitch with Dubba A

Nigga, we be steady flexin', yeah

Don’t know me

Oh, no, no

Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin'

Oh so often murder went through my mind

Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon' die

I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s

Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers this what I’m gon' reply (This is

the sound)

That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron

We ain’t 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps

We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin'

Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit' his nine

Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine

He made a diss 'bout my big brother

He made a diss like «Damn, who died?»

Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life 'til we die

They told lil' nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide

Seein' his brains all on the cement gon' leave his mama traumatized

They gon' call the homicide

On a whole another level that I ain’t supposed to

How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?

Timmy say don’t talk on them phones

I’ma put three holes on yo' dome

Timmy run down the street wit' a Glock in his hand

Like lil' kid this is what I’m on

I was up in New York at the top of the bands

I was out, zipped up wit' that chrome

Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance

I’m steady tryna rip up the corner

Because they shot at yo' lil' brother

After that he went and posted a photo

And you don’t get no straight about it

Nigga told me you called his phone

Big 33 that Timmy covered, let’s go post up by the store

I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio’s

Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole

My stick was talkin' on the 'Gram, you let off shots then make a post

Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin'

Oh so often murder went through my mind

Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon' die

I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s

Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers this what I’m gon' reply (This is

the sound)

That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron

We ain’t 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps

We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin'

Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit' his nine

Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine

He made a diss 'bout my big brother

He made a diss like «Damn, who died?»

Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life 'til we die

They told lil' nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide

Seein' his brains all on the cement gon' leave his mama traumatized

If you love me or you love me not, I’ma be me

He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets

(This is the sound) Woah

Pussy ass nigga, hahaha

Tell that nigga, spin

I’m tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her

Haha, nigga I’m a savage

Broke ass nigga