No Mercy

[Intro: Quando Rondo]
Doo-doo-doo
( Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Uh-uh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Stars in the ceilin’, shit, I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (Uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors, ’cause I cut her off, once I hit, she can pass to my brother ‘nem (Uh-uh-uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles, look just like some Skittles with two-hundred-thou’ in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your lil’ nigga
Y’all boys ain’t no killers, I’m on your ass
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Pour up some Codeine, I’m sippin’ that
I’m goin’ cold cold turkey, money and Molly, it’s tucked in the Fendi pack
I don’t want no more percies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag(Brrt)
I can’t show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon’ step on ’em with a mask
I’m talkin’ closed, closed curtains

[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
When you shoot, ain’t no runnin’, we dumpin’ back
Fifty shots in the drum when we up the mag’
Just to make sure we slump ’em, we gon’ double back
Bitch, I come from the slums, out the can, Savannah
My lil’ murdered one in the new Atlanta
So, they say on my head it’s a hundred racks
I even got smoke wit’ my own kind, if I tell ’em, yo’ chain get snatched
Who the fuck you been talkin’ to? I’m just askin’
Nigga, y’all got my number, but makin’ captions
Nigga, since when these niggas been oversteppin’?
Boys up in the air, so I been givin’ passes
Paranoid everywhere, so, I keep a ratchet
Bet that cutter gon’ make ’em flip like a [?]
I just buried a hundred inside of a casket
Treat my bitch like a Barbie, just bought her plastic
If you don’t like me let me know, boy, you know that you a ho
Big check like Nike, that’s for sure
But, yeah, this pipe still in, for sure
Before this music shit, I ain’t care ’bout money, I was shootin’ shit
I don’t care ’bout who you is
Your dude a snitch, these niggas know my crew legit
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[Pre-Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Stars in the ceilin’, shit, I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (Uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors, ’cause I cut her off, once I hit, she can pass to my brother ‘nem (Uh-uh-uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles, look just like some Skittles with two-hundred-thou’ in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your lil’ nigga
Y’all boys ain’t no killers, I’m on your ass

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Pour up some Codeine, I’m sippin’ that
I’m goin’ cold cold turkey, money and Molly, it’s tucked in the Fendi pack
I don’t want no more Percies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag(Brrt)
I can’t show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon’ step on ’em with a mask
I’m talkin’ closed, closed curtains

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Don’t do no kickin’, got to get it
I’m tryna get all of my niggas from out of the trenches
I gave her racks for some game
I covered her up in Dior, but mostly, it’s Fendi
My bitch be walkin’ ’round with a million
I took her wrist and I set Richard Mille
Look at the diamonds, her bracelet’s tennis
Told you to tell ’em it’s gon’ be a killin’
Really rich, fuck nemesis, I’m the villain
I spent your whole label deal on my Bentley
I tell it right how it is, killers they keepin’ it real, I’m returnin’ them with it
Already know how I’m is
One of them niggas gon’ die when I come to the city
Four-door matte Jag’ with a sack, got the strap on his ass
Nigga play, let it clap, get back
Playin’ with the bag, out the flap, it’s a wrap
Let it bang at his cap ’til his ass get smashed
From the hotel, we could pick up some bitches
Turn off her phone, she don’t know where we at
Loaded, gone, tell her, “Leave me ‘lone”
I’m the one holdin’ them racks
I’m the one flooded with cash
But, once you get high with it, it’ll never come back
[Pre-Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Stars in the ceilin’, shit, I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (Uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors, ’cause I cut her off, once I hit, she can pass to my brother ‘nem (Uh-uh-uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles, look just like some Skittles with two-hundred-thou’ in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your lil’ nigga
Y’all boys ain’t no killers, I’m on your ass

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Pour up some Codeine, I’m sippin’ that
I’m goin’ cold cold turkey, money and Molly, it’s tucked in the Fendi pack
I don’t want no more Percies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag(Brrt)
I can’t show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon’ step on ’em with a mask
I’m talkin’ closed, closed curtains