Текст песни 24 - Quando Rondo

(P-p-Paol Trizzy maced it, bro)

Pot of gold
Hopefully, I could chase the sack, end of the road
I leave and I ain't never comin' back, that's all I know
The question that you never seem to ask, I wanna know
How I react with beams and MACs? Lil' woadie kick a door
She just want some diamonds, flooded from her head to toe
Call it perfect timin', on her left wrist, AP froze
And overtimin', clock keep chimin', I think it's my time to go
Dollar signs and he don't mind it, cookin' over stoves
Bag made by Marc Jacobs, totin', got my pistol in it
AMG, I'm rollin', fully focused, need a cigarette
I just gotta reassess
They know this million-dollar check (Paol Trizzy maced it, bro)
Bae, I need to see you for this evenin', I can't get no rest
She just want some diamonds, no, she don't want no more of me
Baby, you the finest, I just want some loyalty
I switched up her stylin', Balenciaga, Jordan sneaks
I swear that all these police sirens really paranoin' me

Relocate, I switch the tone on 'em, I'm a dope boy
They done even took my phone number on the task force
I can't even speak on my homie, makin' no noise
Big bankroll, can't fold
Rockin' Chrome Hearts (Paol Trizzy maced it, bro)
Oh Lord, Lil' Pluto, that's my woadie, woadie, in the Goyard
Lil' Pluto, that's my woadie, forty in the Goyard
24K like Kobe, got a gold and cold heart
Helicopter crash out, I remember last time
I done really ran my racks up, now I could bring that cash out
I feel like the bad guy, how long we gon' last now?
I could see me all in Aspen, sippin' on this Amstel
Now I got the last laugh
You gave me no chance, you threw my city in the trash can
F-150, word around the city, we got bags, and
I could get them birdies for the cheap
It's by the gas station (Paol Trizzy maced it, bro)
I could get you murdered out the region, I'm like Mad Max

Pot of gold
Hopefully, I could chase the sack, the end of the road
I leave and I ain't never comin' back, that's all I know
The question that you never seem to ask, I wanna know
How I react with beams and MACs? Lil' whodie kick a door
She just want some diamonds, flooded from her head to toe
Call it perfect timin', on her left wrist, AP froze
And overtimin', clock keep chimin', I think it's my time to go
Dollar signs and he don't mind it, cookin' over stoves
Bag made by Marc Jacobs, totin', got my pistol in it
AMG, I'm rollin', fully focused, need a cigarette
I just gotta reassess
They know this million-dollar check (Paol Trizzy maced it, bro)
Bae, I need to see you for this evenin', I can't get no rest
She just want some diamonds, no, she don't want no more of me
Baby, you the finest, I just want some loyalty
I switched up her stylin', Balenciaga, Jordan sneaks
I swear that all these police sirens really paranoin' me