Vanish lyrics

[Hook: Quando Rondo]
Walk through the cut, them n*ggas 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 f*ckin' 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 sh*t, blue di*kies fits, spit out some blood for his partner
Spilled in them projects
"Run on that n*gga 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, n*gga
Better watch your mouth, do what you say, 'cause that sh*t right there get you slumped, n*gga
I really came from the slums, n*gga
Call him the "Rip-out-the-tounge-Killer"
They need to free the savage
Buy and repeat the caskets
[Hook: Quando Rondo]
Walk through the cut, them n*ggas 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 f*ckin' 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 2: Quando Rondo]
Oh b*tch, you thought that I was finished?
We gon' spin the spin again until we end it
Talkin' 'bout business to them b*tches, just go and get a life sentence
Them same ol' fingers you be using to sneak diss me on Twitter
Gon' get bit up by the alligators once you thrown in a river
Why they hate us? 'Cause they don't know no one that keep it mo' realer
Really want all the smoke when I ride through the poke, Got big 4-0s on my n*ggas
Come and knock at the door, if they past the age 4, you see straight smoke from my pistol
I just got in the load and I left for our bro, like "Yo what, I got the Benji's"
Told Lil' Woodie, then cooked up some motherf*ckin' dope, but still ate out all the dishes
Ol' pus*y boy, I'm at your throat, like who can't come to the trenches
They know my youngins trained to go, you bite the dust, Ima send 'em
You better get on when I get you, on Lil' Youngin', pull a kick door
[Hook: Quando Rondo]
Walk through the cut, them n*ggas 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 f*ckin' 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