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Tear It Down
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Quando Rondo
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[Intro] Ayy, pa— Pass me a pack of Newports right quick (QRN) (Dabi, you'll make 'em proud) Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a little stressed out right now, you know? Light it up for me [Verse 1] That's a couple hundred grand, two hundred somethin' on the dash I really came up from the bottom if that's the question you wanna ask Aventador ridin' on a Xan', I just pray that I don't crash Your brother thuggin', raise your hands if you got get-back for your mans (Okay, let's go) [Chorus] Rose gold Audemars for certain (That Audemars) Fifty thousand, timin' perfect Project houses, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah) Fuck that, let me pop a Perky Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery (Grrah) Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me Oh man, here the cops come (Whoop, whoop) Industry and in them streets, we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down That shit be fake, be the same one, next claim that they love y'all [Verse 1] Things ain't the same, they got me traumatized They try the gang, gon' be a homicide They say I changed, that's 'cause I'm goin' through this pain, I watched my cousin die Codeine, I still can't put down this drank, that's even though I tried Colgate, that's the code name for cocaine, we serve it through the night 4K, that shit y'all seen on that camera was a seven-one (Oh, oh) One K with the Christmas, I'ma buy lil' bro his favorite gun No, no, no way, I done really had to grind and climb from out the mud (No) Fade, I done had to switch my haircut just to dodge a charge Fuck 'em 'cause we livin' large Voodoo got the toughest tucked, gang with that thirty rod Up that flame, that thirty shots Ain't dyin' 'bout a gun, but livin' by it, that's the art of war Finally, I'm one who really got it in a foreign car (Skrrt, skrrt) [Chorus] Rose gold Audemars for certain (That Audemars) Fifty thousand, timin' perfect Project houses, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah) Fuck that, let me pop a Perky Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery (Grrah) Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me Oh man, here the cops come (Whoop, whoop) Industry and in them streets, we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down That shit be fake, be the same one, next claim that they love y'all [Verse 2] I'm on one, I went two for two, my niggas out the three Throw up that four for my niggas, [?][1:45] Number five, add another five, standin' on our ten Fuck eleven, we be dodgin' twelve with this F&N Thirteen, I was spittin', writin' rhymes without a pen Fourteen, I was on my grind and fresh from out the pen' Fifteen, fucked up in the mind, all I know is spin Forever sixteen 'til the day I die, we catch and you gon' get it This shit is not no competition (This shit ain't no competition) On my own pace and I'm winnin' These foreign cars, yeah, they pink slippin' I know that you thought they rented (Mhm) That's 'cause you all in my business Fuck it, go get some Benjis I know that these niggas envy Yellow bitch look like Renni (Woah, woah) Kitchen Peezy, a chemist A lot of shit I invented (Woah woah) But fuck it, let 'em pretend it We slingin' iron, can't prevent it (Woah, woah) 'Fore I leave Lil D, my lil' brother, I'll leave all these bitches (Woah, woah) And all I know is the hustle, ain't slippin' 'til it's a million [Chorus] Rose gold Audemars for certain (That Audemars) Fifty thousand, timin' perfect Project houses, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah) Fuck that, let me pop a Perky Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery (Grrah) Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me Oh man, here the cops come (Whoop, whoop) Industry and in them streets, we really hotter than lava All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down That shit be fake, be the same one, next claim that they love y'all [Outro] (Dabi, you'll make 'em proud)
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