21 - Quando Rondo

Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck

Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that’ll get her wet

Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, fuck it, get him whacked

Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away

Iced out my bitch Audemars, you know it’s lights out when I catch that boy

Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky

Two C’s on your bag, you can get anything that you want

Truth be, yeah, I’m mad, mad, so don’t treat me like the average ones

Ayy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun

I didn’t really have a choice, now it’s a blessing, I’m the chosen one

I’m really the voice of all them youngins toting stolen guns

Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one

And don’t forget I’m only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one, and plus I drive a

twenty-one

I was seventeen fucking bitches that was twenty-one

Since the plug number nineteen, fuck it, let him go for twenty-one

Promethazine and codeine got me floating like an astronaut

Just like a punter, kick the door in, fuck a

Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag, like right back at you, whack his bro

inside the parking lot

I only park

You know we love them brand-new black Air Forces

That be his

Stack my blue faces now I’m moonwalking in Calabasas

Private flight, new faces, still to this day richer than all my opps

Ring around the rosie with that stick, fuck it, spin they block

Ride 'round with that heavy metal in a foreign car

The only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross

Bentley Jeep, let’s ride down Melrose to get some Ferragamo

It be the same one that yell bros that’ll tell on you

I know locked behind the cell doors you’ll tell something

Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck

Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that’ll get her wet

Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, fuck it, get him whacked

Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away

Iced out my bitch Audemars, you know it’s lights out when I catch that boy

Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky

Two C’s on your bag, you can get anything that you want

Truth be, yeah, I’m mad, mad, so don’t treat me like the average ones