Heat Tucked - Quando Rondo Lyrics

Heat Tucked Lyrics[Intro]
I got thirty in my forty and you know this shit retarded, huh (Shout out my nigga Synco)
Ha, ha, ha, it's up, it's up
Brr

[Chorus]
Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a CashApp
I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal
Black chrome
Metal on the handle, where that kite now?
Jakiyah, bring yo' ass home
Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down
Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down
Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse
Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound
Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house
[Verse 1]
7.62 and .556s, we uppin', and no, ain't no missin'
Ridin' for my ambition, ballin' on seven sixes
Lil' shawty, she got a nigga, I fuck her and call her sister
Screamin' out "Fuck the system," I'm rockin out with my niggas
S-Sosa wе up them pistols, I'm pourin' out lean and liquor
J-Jump-Out-Gang we thе sickest, these niggas know who official
Section 8, they can get it, and anybody who wit' 'em
Yesterday with the fifty, we hit him all in the temple
Ronald Reagan, uh, presidential tint the window, uh
Out of state, uh, purple baby in my swisher
Roddy Ricch, stick inside the box, we creep then wet 'em up
Everyday I be drippin' sauce like on the regular

[Chorus]
Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a CashApp
I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal
Black chrome
Metal on the handle, where that kite now?
Jakiyah, bring yo' ass home
Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down
Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down
Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse
Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound
Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house
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Just make sure that stick in reach
Play with my clique and you deceased
4trey opps 'cause I can free easy
'Cause I be mad at hood, either hood be mad at me
But, if you ever play with the hood, we gon' beat you 'til you bleed
I put that shit on **** and ****, we go bangin' from the bleachers
Lil' homie know this paper good, he bound to stank ya for a feature
Roll up some weed, like, "What up wit' em?"
I'm blowin' purple baby reefer
Wait, let's get this understood, boy, I'm a murder baby demon
Payback, I be sippin' mud, came from the mud
Uh, left foot creep, ooh, walkin' with that heater
I bought the body from Lul Timm
It's both of ours, rest in pee
Magazine and Glocks extension stocks inside my Nina
Watch I do my dance, look how I walk, I got that heat tucked

[Chorus]
Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a CashApp
I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal
Black chrome
Metal on the handle, where that kite now?
Jakiyah, bring yo' ass home
Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down
Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down
Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse
Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound
Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house