Where I’m From Quando Rondo (Ft. BlocBoy JB & Polo G)
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[Intro: BlocBoy JB]
FreshDuzIt
Hah, hah, hah
[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smokin’ OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)
Fuck 12, no we don't talk to the pigs (Fuck ’em)
Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
Where I'm from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
Got my whole trap jumpin' like Tig' (That's on my mama)
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
20, ain't made it college, but that boy got bodies, they charge him with third degree
We got a problem in Houston, I'm strapped with a rocket, that boy will not murder me
I’m fuckin’ the doctor that serve the narcotics, see I'm on the lean and the Percocet
Money, I eat it and shit it and breathe it and sneeze it, matter fact, just burped a check
In the ’yo with BlocBoy and I'm with the NBA gang
Spinnin' on they block, boy, with two K's, no NBA game, ayy
I do not fuck with no Nike or Jordan, I go do my shows in a Polo tee
I told ’em Fendi, Louis, and the Gucci, but you know I fuck with lil' Polo G
Down on my dick, I remember them days when the folks didn't even much notice me
I flew to South Memphis to walk through the mall, now them folks like, "Can I take a photo, please?"
I was just thinkin' like back then was now
Ain't no cap in my rap like the boy Backend Child
Like the spine in my back, no I'm not backing down
When Quando gon' drop? heard they keep askin' 'round
Hey, I was just stuck in the slums with a drum and Glock-21, I ain't talkin' Savage
Pull up on my ex and I make her eat D, I know she hate that I'm far from average
FreshDuzIt
Hah, hah, hah
[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smokin’ OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)
Fuck 12, no we don't talk to the pigs (Fuck ’em)
Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
Where I'm from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
Got my whole trap jumpin' like Tig' (That's on my mama)
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
20, ain't made it college, but that boy got bodies, they charge him with third degree
We got a problem in Houston, I'm strapped with a rocket, that boy will not murder me
I’m fuckin’ the doctor that serve the narcotics, see I'm on the lean and the Percocet
Money, I eat it and shit it and breathe it and sneeze it, matter fact, just burped a check
In the ’yo with BlocBoy and I'm with the NBA gang
Spinnin' on they block, boy, with two K's, no NBA game, ayy
I do not fuck with no Nike or Jordan, I go do my shows in a Polo tee
I told ’em Fendi, Louis, and the Gucci, but you know I fuck with lil' Polo G
Down on my dick, I remember them days when the folks didn't even much notice me
I flew to South Memphis to walk through the mall, now them folks like, "Can I take a photo, please?"
I was just thinkin' like back then was now
Ain't no cap in my rap like the boy Backend Child
Like the spine in my back, no I'm not backing down
When Quando gon' drop? heard they keep askin' 'round
Hey, I was just stuck in the slums with a drum and Glock-21, I ain't talkin' Savage
Pull up on my ex and I make her eat D, I know she hate that I'm far from average
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