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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simone Di Franco
Simone Di Franco
Songwriter
Traevon Isaiah Walker
Traevon Isaiah Walker
Songwriter
Tril Wil
Tril Wil
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
Victor Ferreira
Victor Ferreira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CxbGoCrazy
CxbGoCrazy
Mixing Engineer
Simo Fre
Simo Fre
Producer
Vicky Ferri
Vicky Ferri
Producer
Xclusive
Xclusive
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Xclusive made this
Yo Vicky
Simo Fre just killed this
[Verse 2]
Gas station, dirty up the soda bottle
When I won over your love, I thought I hit the lotto
I say, through the mud, I had to walk, nobody followed
[Verse 3]
Just found some broken Fendi goggles and my red eye (Skrrt, red eye)
Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (Dead guys)
10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time
We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline
Glocks and Smith & Wessons
All my weapons came with led lights
Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight
I just got a feti' for that fetish
Chase them dead guys
I know she wonder why I vanish
I had to to get my head right
[Verse 4]
I'm at war, baby, it ain't no right or wrong (I'm at war, baby)
She always ask me why do I be in the streets and clutchin' chrome?
Uh, ambulance truck, not tryna see them bust my dome
Okay, okay, I just wish they leave me 'lone
Before I signed a deal, I kinda wished that I had mattered
You know Lil Tim, he shoot to kill, we let some shots off at whoever
Big ratchet in my pants, I do my dance with my Beretta
We bust straight static at your mans, we put him up, bitch, I'm the Devil
Homicidal thought, bled on the streets and not a stretcher
All this mud on my feet, baby, I'm nothin' like the rest
That one wrong move'll get you shot
I pray to God I'm not next up
My pain run deeper than the deepest and you got the best of it
Just lay on my chest hon'
[Verse 5]
Just found some broken Fendi goggles and my red eye (Skrrt, red eye)
Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (Dead guys)
10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time
We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline
Glocks and Smith & Wessons
All my weapons came with led lights
Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight
I just got a feti' for that fetish
Chase them dead guys
I know she wonder why I vanish
I had to to get my head right
Written by: Simone Di Franco, Traevon Isaiah Walker, Tril Wil, Tyquian Bowman, Victor Ferreira
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