No Smoke - Quando Rondo

Load up the glizzy with two extensions drum with the fifty

When I up it, it ain’t no missing, shoot til it’s empty

Y’all must ain’t heard my last song, anybody can get it

I’m on my road to them riches I ain’t stressin' these bitches

Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted

And y’all don’t get no cool points for that accident killin'

I’m from Hitch village where niggas really clutchin' extensions and that’s on

crip the beef ain’t squashed til somebody be missin'

Jumped off the porch cause I was broke, I got them bands now

Light up a port, cock back my pole and knock his mans down

And all that Instagram thuggin gone get you ran down

And we ain’t playin round, choppers get to sprayin' rounds

And when it’s up I swear it’s stuck no ain’t understandin'

I dropped a bag with my advance that I got from Atlantic

Jumped out with sticks and Glocks with dicks and them niggas had panic

The way that K stutter you’d think it speakin' in Spanish

Shots to the brain if he ever think about touchin' my chain

Brand new draco sound rusty but when it shoot it spit flames

Glock twenty-three extended clips call it LeBron James

Heard of Lil Tim, he OTM, when he shoot he got aim

Load up the glizzy with two extensions drum with the fifty

When I up it, it ain’t no missing, shoot til it’s empty

Y’all must ain’t heard my last song, anybody can get it

I’m on my road to the riches I ain’t stressin' these bitches

Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted

And y’all don’t get no cool points for that accident killin'

I’m from Hitch village with niggas really clutchin' extensions and that’s on

crip the beef ain’t squashed til somebody be missin'

They hated on that Life Before Fame, well this the life after

Hitlist got a book of names nigga don’t make the next chapter

Since you actin' like it’s smoke with us fuck it we handin' out cancer

He wish he never spoke on us catch him at church and murk the pastor

I’m having visions of killin' bodies bout to be missin

I’m dressin' up in black dickies you know lil' Leaky with me

Feds say the shit is ridiculous lil' Quando run the city

Two hundreds holes in your car the news say we over did it

I drop a bag in the morning, tonight you on a stretcher

I’m ridin' round in a foreign grippin' on a she’ll catcha

My youngin do it outta love but I’ma still bless 'em and if he bring me back yo

head shid I’ma give 'em extra

Load up the glizzy with two extensions drum with the fifty

When I up it, it ain’t no missing, shoot til it’s empty

Y’all must ain’t heard my last song, anybody can get it

I’m on my road to the riches I ain’t stressin' these bitches

Reverse the clip and spend the Benz bullets bouncin' off fitted

And y’all don’t get no cool points for that accident killin'

I’m from Hitch village with niggas really clutchin' extensions and that’s on

crip the beef ain’t squashed' til somebody be missin'