Rondo Bluntz
Glowing up was on a streak
They been doubting
Coach told me switch it up
And now I'm fucking in-routing
Check my ranking top 100
MVP is what they shouting
Wasn't scouting, I might have to go and drop 100 thousand
On some foreign cars
With some foreign broads
Met a girl in the summer left her heart in shards
I was on some cap shit
Sucker serve last licks
Rondo with the blunt to my brothers I pass it
So many bands, check the coat
My girl told me buy a farm know that I'm the goat
Been hot check the smoke alarm
Now I got another song
Ain't been doing this shit for long
Still got a flow
I was born a great
Not sugar-coating it's a cornflake
All my diamonds different colors, unicorns hate
Niked out I'm fast again
Never come in last again
Your homie's a Kardashian
He born fake
Know the game over
Skip through the lane floater
Half the fucking country on my back
Obama's same voters
Riding in the Ranger Rover
Smoke the pain over
Know I got a bag and a strap on the same shoulder
Bring 'em out
All the bitches do it for the clout
Never in a drought
I got shooters down south
To the top what I'm bout
Going up without a doubt
Glowing up was on a streak
They been doubting
Coach told me switch it up
And now I'm fucking in-routing
Check my ranking top 100
MVP is what they shouting
Wasn't scouting, I might have to go and drop 100 thousand
On some foreign cars
With some foreign broads
Met a girl in the summer left her heart in shards
I was on some cap shit
Sucker serve last licks
Rondo with the blunt to my brothers I pass it
I don't like the fucking pass
More 2-guard
Knock me down, I'll make it back
Made it out the Gulag
Rocking with my brother yea you know he got the Ruger
No they never gonna have me in my bag know I'm too tough
Iced out cooler
Riding foreign scooters
Never leave me open in the back I'm a shooter
Like I said I'm iced out
Knock your lights out
When I couldn't drive, man I always had them bikes out
Rose gold Pateks
I'm a whole savage
Lowkey know my brothers they some roll addicts
Though I saw an op in the street aim the pole at it
Send him to the heavens move in silence never know 'bout it
Never switch
2% and the gang we don't miss
Riding through the wood with the sticks
Adding up the bankroll, designer leggings for my bitch
Glowing up was on a streak
They been doubting
Coach told me switch it up
And now I'm fucking in-routing
Check my ranking top 100
MVP is what they shouting
Wasn't scouting, I might have to go and drop 100 thousand
They been doubting
Coach told me switch it up
And now I'm fucking in-routing
Check my ranking top 100
MVP is what they shouting
Wasn't scouting, I might have to go and drop 100 thousand
On some foreign cars
With some foreign broads
Met a girl in the summer left her heart in shards
I was on some cap shit
Sucker serve last licks
Rondo with the blunt to my brothers I pass it
So many bands, check the coat
My girl told me buy a farm know that I'm the goat
Been hot check the smoke alarm
Now I got another song
Ain't been doing this shit for long
Still got a flow
I was born a great
Not sugar-coating it's a cornflake
All my diamonds different colors, unicorns hate
Niked out I'm fast again
Never come in last again
Your homie's a Kardashian
He born fake
Know the game over
Skip through the lane floater
Half the fucking country on my back
Obama's same voters
Riding in the Ranger Rover
Smoke the pain over
Know I got a bag and a strap on the same shoulder
Bring 'em out
All the bitches do it for the clout
Never in a drought
I got shooters down south
To the top what I'm bout
Going up without a doubt
Glowing up was on a streak
They been doubting
Coach told me switch it up
And now I'm fucking in-routing
Check my ranking top 100
MVP is what they shouting
Wasn't scouting, I might have to go and drop 100 thousand
On some foreign cars
With some foreign broads
Met a girl in the summer left her heart in shards
I was on some cap shit
Sucker serve last licks
Rondo with the blunt to my brothers I pass it
I don't like the fucking pass
More 2-guard
Knock me down, I'll make it back
Made it out the Gulag
Rocking with my brother yea you know he got the Ruger
No they never gonna have me in my bag know I'm too tough
Iced out cooler
Riding foreign scooters
Never leave me open in the back I'm a shooter
Like I said I'm iced out
Knock your lights out
When I couldn't drive, man I always had them bikes out
Rose gold Pateks
I'm a whole savage
Lowkey know my brothers they some roll addicts
Though I saw an op in the street aim the pole at it
Send him to the heavens move in silence never know 'bout it
Never switch
2% and the gang we don't miss
Riding through the wood with the sticks
Adding up the bankroll, designer leggings for my bitch
Glowing up was on a streak
They been doubting
Coach told me switch it up
And now I'm fucking in-routing
Check my ranking top 100
MVP is what they shouting
Wasn't scouting, I might have to go and drop 100 thousand
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Writer(s): Reese Swittenberg
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