Counting Bands Quando Rondo
"Counting Bands" by Quando Rondo, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of ambition, wealth, and the struggles of street life. The lyrics reflect a desire for financial success while navigating challenges. Its melodic flow and catchy hooks contribute to its appeal, resonating with listeners in the hip-hop community.
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Skrrt)
Yeah
Ridin' in the foreign, it's a brand new Lamborghini
Shorty said she with me 'til the end, I wanna see it
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
I'ma roll this dope up ridin' 'round strapped while counting bands, yeah
Lil' shorty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome
I told Jakiyah grandma, don't you ever call me grandson
No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners
I really spent over three hundred thousand on designer clothes and some jewelry
I really post up in the project houses, Balmain on my denim, and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shorty, I'm talking 'bout you and me
It's the feeling you give mе, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me
[Verse]
Lil' shawty a baddie, shе look like a blasian
First nigga to have it, that's why she my baby
She keep it real, no, she never be fakin'
We throw up Crip that's the way I made her
Kiss on the lip like I'm coming back later
Run up a mill' and then go to Jamaica
House in the hill, we gon' ball like the Lakers
Thirty-round clip and it came with the laser (Pew, pew)
Hit him with them rubber bands, yeah
I might give my youngin fifty thousand, hit your mans up
I gave her my heart and she held it for ransom
Gucci, Fear Of God, Ferragamo blue bandana
I just want to pour some more codeine in my Fanta
I always keep that thirty, thirty loaded on my Mantel
Purple baby smoking, brodie always tryna blam something
I just wanna post up with the dope fiends in Savannah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Skrrt)
Yeah
Ridin' in the foreign, it's a brand new Lamborghini
Shorty said she with me 'til the end, I wanna see it
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
I'ma roll this dope up ridin' 'round strapped while counting bands, yeah
Lil' shorty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome
I told Jakiyah grandma, don't you ever call me grandson
No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners
I really spent over three hundred thousand on designer clothes and some jewelry
I really post up in the project houses, Balmain on my denim, and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shorty, I'm talking 'bout you and me
It's the feeling you give mе, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me
[Verse]
Lil' shawty a baddie, shе look like a blasian
First nigga to have it, that's why she my baby
She keep it real, no, she never be fakin'
We throw up Crip that's the way I made her
Kiss on the lip like I'm coming back later
Run up a mill' and then go to Jamaica
House in the hill, we gon' ball like the Lakers
Thirty-round clip and it came with the laser (Pew, pew)
Hit him with them rubber bands, yeah
I might give my youngin fifty thousand, hit your mans up
I gave her my heart and she held it for ransom
Gucci, Fear Of God, Ferragamo blue bandana
I just want to pour some more codeine in my Fanta
I always keep that thirty, thirty loaded on my Mantel
Purple baby smoking, brodie always tryna blam something
I just wanna post up with the dope fiends in Savannah
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