Quando Rondo - 4th QTR Lyrics
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4th QTR
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What Are The Lyrics For 4th QTR By Quando Rondo?
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy) D up It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two First 500 bands, I'ma buy that coupe Got 'em on my drip, tryna see what I do Every time I set a trend, they follow my moves Grind all winter, I'ma shine all summer Big, big body Benz, I ain't talkin' no Hummer I'ma f*ck one time, then change my number I'ma f*ck one time, then change my number Ayy, they on my wood like a surfboard I ain't say this was easy, I worked for it Buy her Fendi, Givenchy and Dior I done ran up a sack, but I need more Hold up, wait, let me talk my shit Brand new house in the A, what I bought my bitch First 500K I'ma buy that Benz Feelin' just like Drake, screamin' no new friends Got it trendin', my trap steady settin' them trends I can't f*ck 'cause she might go tell her friends Hit the plug every tour, I think I'm Hannah Montana Every time I look around, they got my name in the window Runnin' this shit at 19 I feel like the don, Fendi and Louis Vuitton 2019 is my year Built a system, it's done, I'm finna go number one I'ma stack 'til I reach me a mil' F*ck how they feel, I'ma still keep me a gun Drop to my knees and I pray to the Lord You can keep the whole wad, I just want the reward If you live by the gun you gon' die by the sword I just left out the mall with some Christian Diors Get some head in the bed, we can f*ck on the floor Eat and you stall, man, the choice always yours I be rockin' designer that they can't afford No love boy shit, grown man, Tom Ford Your bitch eat dick, got us niggas on the floor That shit they wore, I done already wore It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two First 500 bands, I'ma buy that coupe Got 'em on my drip, tryna see what I do Every time I set a trend, they follow my moves Grind all winter, I'ma shine all summer Big, big body Benz, I ain't talkin' no Hummer I'ma f*ck one time, then change my number I'ma f*ck one time, then change my number Ayy, they on my wood like a surfboard I ain't say this was easy, I worked for it Buy her Fendi, Givenchy and Dior I done ran up a sack, but I need more Steady rockin' Off-White, my drip off-limits Two cups, crushed ice, I sip authentic I don't play no games, I ain't with no gimmicks Call me lil' bitter, mean nine in it Hold my own weight, no Planet Fitness Gotta clear this check, like five million Long clip in the TEC, no I ain't friendly Stack up these blues more than I spend it Ballin', my handles Juwanna Mann I made a bag off a pack, marijuana bands I met a grower in Cali, no money man These niggas actin' just like me, no funny cam Rap is a gamble, I just bet a hundred grand Ridin' with the dick when I shot like a hundred rounds One of the realest, I am the hardest I'm from the streets, I'm from the projects I made a check, I love deposits Bitch in Givenchy, if not, I'ma buy it Pack just came in and it's stained like the garbage (Yeah) Pack just came in and it's stained like the garbage I know they hate that I'm ballin', Vince Carter It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two First 500 bands, I'ma buy that coupe Got 'em on my drip, tryna see what I do Every time I set a trend, they follow my moves Grind all winter, I'ma shine all summer Big, big body Benz, I ain't talkin' no Hummer I'ma f*ck one time, then change my number I'ma f*ck one time, then change my number Ayy, they on my wood like a surfboard I ain't say this was easy, I worked for it Buy her Fendi, Givenchy and Dior I done ran up a sack, but I need more |
Who Wrote 4th QTR By Quando Rondo?
Tyquian Terrel Bowman
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