Vanish Quando Rondo

[Hook: Quando Rondo]
Walk through the cut, them niggas better vanish
I'm like what's happenin`
Big monkey nuts hang out the bottom of that Smith 'n' Wessun
He better pray to god that I don't catch him
Them pistols clappin`
Take one shot to the head for all that fuckin' cappin'
Right back to back "Boom, boom, bfah" yeah that's them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron and he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my .9 and I can't wait to blast it
That life of crime, promotin' violence, I guess that's what I'm best in

[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
Young Bishop Rich 'n' Rollin'
Straight ridin' 'round with that red dot on that chopper
Make sure to rip 'em open
Russian four-pound, Tim' sent that clown to the doctor
We jumped the gatе in the trenches
Dudе caught him slippin', walked him down and head shotted him
Real 60 shit, blue Dickies fits, spit out some blood for his partner
Spilled in them projects
"Run on that nigga right here"
Make sure you hit all the targets
Be a prodigy if you can zip up him and his partner
Yall was quarantining in the house, when we was out "Red-Rum"in'
That glizzy go "Boom, Boom, Boom, Bah" broad day we sprayed 'bout a hundred
Ain't hard to see it in my eyes look in my face I go dumb, nigga
Better watch your mouth, do what you say, 'cause that shit right there get you slumped, nigga
I really came from the slums, nigga
Call him the "Rip-out-the-tounge-Killer"
They need to free the savage
Buy and repeat the caskets