Текст песни Quando Rondo - Six-0 Business

(You know I stay charged up, double A [?])
Ha, ha! Free Lil Top (Yeah)
Nigga, let they free Lil Top out
Free Lil Top, nigga, free Lil Top out (I need to talk with Mike Laury, free lil' Pluto, where lil' Pluto 'dem?)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, yeah, oh, yeah (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
(This Is The Sound)

Crip nigga, 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 nigga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real nigga
[?] like a thot, I give you [?] (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Kill niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amari like it's Hillfiger
I just want 'em Mike Amari jeans (Ha, ha, ha)
Pills, nigga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with 'em
Homie, I don't wanna sip that lean

Shut down they block, you know we rock out with them polеs, we 'bout all that drama
They beef with us, you best bеlieve his casket closed (Uh-uh, ha)
Without no rubber, I be fuckin' on these hoes, I told my baby mama
Until the end, yeah, we gon' sell a lot of dope and post up on the corner
Ha, bad bitch, 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' dope, all out my body feeling just like AI
We don't give a fuck 'bout who you murked because that pussy dead now
All 'bout the Ralphy on a shirt, we spin they block then I'm fine
Glock 27, murder weapon, 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 pussy nigga 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
Bitch, this a Hellcat not a [?]
I love to see her wrist bling
That's my bitch, 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 my favorite color
Bitch, 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 [?], fuck a [?]
Two Percocets, then pop a Xanny
Ain't murder yet, but, boy, get ready
Down in the ground just like some treasure
You know that we be throwin' extra (Yeah, yeah)

Crip nigga, 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 nigga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real nigga
[?] like a thot, I give you [?] (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Kill niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amari like it's Hillfiger
I just want 'em Mike Amari jeans (Ha, ha, ha)
Pills, nigga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with 'em
Homie, I don't wanna sip that lean