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Acetheshootertv - What Im On Lyrics

[Intro: Quando Rondo]
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Baow, baow (Jah, heat it up)
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[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I'm drankin' (Drankin'), what's in your cup? I'm sippin' purple early (Early)
I'm bangin' at anyone approachin' with that thirty (Thirty)
I'm paintin' any nigga block that wanna murk me (Who manna murk?)
I'm sayin', my dick old 'bout lil' shorty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup)
Low-key (Uh), I done really cashed out on an Audemars Rollie
I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama, why she actin' like she know me? (Yeah, yeah)
Dolce, I done bought Gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (Yeah)
Don't say, I can go to jail just like tomorrow and I won't say shit

[Verse 1: Jo Dirt & Quando Rondo]
Pass me my guitar, you know I rock out with that burner (Rrah)
Don't give a fuck 'bout where we at, we catch an opp and we gon' turn up (And)
I just cashed out on a box, when that bitch drop, you know I'm servin' (Uh, uh, uh)
How the fuck you niggas miss a hunnid shots? That shit unheard of (Wipe 'em, murk 'em)
Most likely in the pool with two twin bitches smokin' purple (Yeah)
My best advice, you keep it cool, like drop a twenty, then you murder
New Cartier wrapped on the right wrist, I can't let lil' shorty purgin'
I hardly care 'bout doin' rap shit, we do dumb shit in my circle (Uh, uh)
Low-key, I be on my avenue strapped down, like, fuck the police
We come through, crept it, stretch out, trap down, we gon' run down where 'em 'bows be, yeah
It ain't no cappin', watch the Maverick sippin' lean all in a nosebleed, yeah
Stay servin' nines out his mattress, I be deeper than his nosebleed
I fucked on her, and her the baddest, she a bad bitch (Baddie), ate the whole team
It's late night, geeked up off them Addies, where the Act' at? I won't know it
I throw the six-oh with a passion, I'm blue-flaggin', sent 'bout four hits
I keep that heat tucked on my avenue, you come through, we gon' off you
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I'm drankin' (Drankin'), what's in your cup? I'm sippin' purple early (Early)
I'm bangin' at anyone approachin' with that thirty (Thirty)
I'm paintin' any nigga block that wanna murk me (Who manna murk?)
I'm sayin', my dick old 'bout lil' shorty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup)
Low-key (Uh), I done really cashed out on an Audemars Rollie
I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama, why she actin' like she know me? (Yeah, yeah)
Dolce, I done bought Gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (Yeah)
Don't say, I can go to jail just like tomorrow and I won't say shit

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
A different language, I speak it to the plug, he send them birdies
Lul Timmy dangerous, I try to tell him come down with that curtain
Ain't no explainin', shake it, grip, then run out with that burner
If you ain't gangin', we gon' cross you out like Kyrie Irving
And we gon' up and shoot all, all I smoke is dead niggas
And you know I all us bangin' blue, but all I fuck is red bitches
Slimy bitch for sure, she wipe his nose, she filled with snake venom
Take your back, call back that poli' up, and blow, and keep that K with 'em
Give a fuck where they at, we gon' run down
With the stick in the car, we gon' stick up the block
If you don't give it up, it's a gun sound
Twenty pounds from the plug and it's fresh off the product
I'ma hold this shit down for my niggas on lock
Talk how back in the day we was stealin' them cars
Man, these niggas be cap, they ain't never gon' spark
Niggas really be bitches, they beefin' 'bout box holes (Uh, uh)
Stole a tee, lil' woadie used to rock 'em way before he wore the Robins
Ayy, she gon' throw it back and bust it open 'cause I'm poppin'
Stop it, you be drankin' green, two double cups, I'm sippin' Wocky
My VVs blindin' from my neck down to my wrist like I play hockey
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I'm drankin' (Drankin'), what's in your cup? I'm sippin' purple early (Early)
I'm bangin' at anyone approachin' with that thirty (Thirty)
I'm paintin' any nigga block that wanna murk me (Who manna murk?)
I'm sayin', my dick old 'bout lil' shorty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup)
Low-key (Uh), I done really cashed out on an Audemars Rollie
I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama, why she actin' like she know me? (Yeah, yeah)
Dolce, I done bought Gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (Yeah)
Don't say, I can go to jail just like tomorrow and I won't say shit