Letra de Plenty Muscle - Quando Rondo

Yeah, yeah

(Lucent made it)

Yeah

Quando Rondo (QRN)

(Yo, Vicky)

Money in my britches, I'm saggin', my mama don't like it

I'm swaggin', but fuck it, I'm keepin' my ratchet

I ran up some cabbage, them trenches, the bricks wrapped in plastic, you want it, come get it, we taxin'

Them pistols be clappin', we rollin' 'em up in a Swisher or Backy, you know that we happy what happened

These niggas claimin' they heart be so cold when they rappin', but really be hoes and be cappin'

Rappin' and trappin', an entrepeneur

Clean my shoe with a napkin, I came out the sewer (Grrah)

Assassination had came off the loot

Fuck all that waitin', like Nike, just do it

Watchin' Ziggy and Peezy whippin' Martha Stewart

Infiniti 20, had to 22 it (Skrrt)

These niggas, they envy, glizzy, up and shoot it

I'm rockin' Fendi, speakin' to the jeweler

Touchdown like I'm playin' for Dallas

My nigga came home, then went right back to trappin'

I fuck the baddest bitches from Atlanta

I feel like the baddest bitches from Savannah

Yellow interior Hellcat mustard

Try to come and catch up, I don't fuck with you busters

I'ma put up a bucket

All in fourth quarter, I'm hittin' the buzzer

Skinny nigga, but I got plenty muscle

Got a plug, that's a 'migo, I take off, no rocket

R.I.P. Takeoff, I'm keepin' my rocket

Tryna get me some kilos to put on my partner

I came up from zero, breakin' in apartments

I can't change up on Leeky Loco, that's my partner

Speak on somethin' you really know 'cause we got choppers

I can't put on no Jeezy song, really he ain't solid

He say, "Fuck the loyalty," to make a profit

And if you ain't loyal, I don't want you 'round

I know you can't afford what I'm whippin' through town

Love to wear Dickies suits when I'm gettin' off pound

Walk in Saks with the crew, leavin' out, drip or drown

Not the regular boots, this the new YSL

Got a stretcher for you when he walk out that cell

I'ma spend all these blues on the bags of Chanel

Fuck it, spin they whole crew, we gon' really bring hell

Rappin' and trappin', an entrepeneur

Clean my shoe with a napkin, I came out the sewer (Grrah)

Assassination had came off the loot

Fuck all that waitin', like Nike, just do it

Watchin' Ziggy and Peezy whippin' Martha Stewart

Infiniti 20, had to 22 it (Skrrt)

These niggas, they envy, glizzy, up and shoot it

I'm rockin' Fendi, speakin' to the jeweler

Touchdown like I'm playin' for Dallas

My nigga came home, then went right back to trappin'

I fuck the baddest bitches from Atlanta

I feel like the baddest bitches from Savannah

Yellow interior Hellcat mustard

Try to come and catch up, I don't fuck with you busters

I'ma put up a bucket

All in fourth quarter, I'm hittin' the buzzer

Skinny nigga, but I got plenty muscle

Gangster, the way, you should take it

R.I.P. to my pocket, they filled with dead faces

Burn a sack off the car, we not catchin' no cases

Swerve that 'Cat off the lot, should've looked at they faces

.38 that revolver, it's keepin' the cases

All these commas keep comin', it's stuck in the basement

Pullin' up on your corner, we servin', no waitress

Chopper go, "Duh-duh-duh," make it sound like Fantasia

All these black and white diamonds, they think that I'm racist

You a rat, black and white, I done read all the pages

Bitch, I'm one of the hardest, that ain't no debate shit

I'm one of the artists that's uppin' the laser

No time for waitin', I want it, I get it

Fuck all the patience, I got that on riches

Gotta put on my mask 'cause I know I'm the sickest

I know I'm the illest, I know I'm the trillest

Rappin' and trappin', an entrepeneur

Clean my shoe with a napkin, I came out the sewer (Grrah)

Assassination had came off the loot

Fuck all that waitin', like Nike, just do it

Watchin' Ziggy and Peezy whippin' Martha Stewart

Infiniti 20, had to 22 it (Skrrt)

These niggas, they envy, glizzy, up and shoot it

I'm rockin' Fendi, speakin' to the jeweler

Touchdown like I'm playin' for Dallas

My nigga came home, then went right back to trappin'

I fuck the baddest bitches from Atlanta

I feel like the baddest bitches from Savannah

Yellow interior Hellcat mustard

Try to come and catch up, I don't fuck with you busters

I'ma put up a bucket

All in fourth quarter, I'm hittin' the buzzer

Skinny nigga, but I got plenty muscle

¿Te encanta la letra de Plenty Muscle? ¡Compártela con tus amigos!