Quando Rondo, NBA YoungBoy – Loaded Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Loaded – Quando Rondo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I’m the same n**ga that came from the bottom
I don’t really care what they think about me
I don’t give a f**k what that h*e said
I just know the lil b**ch better not come back ’round me
Oh, he dissin’, man I said that, new ‘Vette I did that
New stick I cop that, that’s yo’ b**ch I pop that

Young a*s n**ga wit’ a whole lotta money
Lot of bags in, and a lot of bags comin’
Young bad b**ch at the table wit somethin’
You already know that I’m loaded of Ganja
AP, half a ticket on me, new b**ch, quarter mil’ on her
My lean, don’ touch my cup
That’s your b**ch, I don’t want her

B say, Trust, and don’t love no h*e
I be in all type of s**t that they don’t know
Nine stick in my whip like Romo
New whip I cop came wit’ turbo
Stick in my denim, so I can’t keep my pants low
Ten n**gas wit’ me, try ‘n do it at the Carnacon

Rosary, my whole arm, so
Hatin’ a*s n**ga tryin’ double back and backdoor
If I don’t keep a thing, keep the money and a strap though
You ain’t thinkin’ wit’ your brain, it get left in your lap bro
Try me, I ain’t worried ’bout them, so
So, I’m gon’ get the money ’til I’m gone, that’s how that go
‘911 ride it, see the top all gone
I’m probably doin’ business, got six iPhones
I’m livin’ how I’m livin’, don’t right my wrongs
And you knowin’ that I’m at it to the end, I’m gon’

Oh, he dissin’, man I said that, new ‘Vette I did that
New stick I cop that, that’s yo’ b**ch I pop that
I’m the same n**ga that came from the bottom
I don’t really care what they think about me
I don’t give a f**k what that h*e said
I just know the lil b**ch better not come back ’round me

New chick, and lil shawty eighteen
Wit’ a new AP rosegold, my b**ch
Got a beam on the glizzy, got a beam on the stick
Eight racks total on a Balmain fit
Say a n**ga want smoke, let me call my n**ga
Money comin’ by the load, U-Haul got bigger
Plenty my friends, they done came through the backdoor
Slidin’ out a Benz, on the body you see a crack hole
Straight tens, she basic, exotic my whips, X rated
In the projects wit’ some Crips, I ain’t never ever tradin’
Really in the field like a Oakland Raider

Out the caddy, he be whippin’ the uzi
Get a mattress and we gon’ fill it wit’ groupies
Hunnid shots out the clip, make a movie
Matte black Hellcat wit’ the toolie
Get your hat back, for you say you gon’ do me
Blue flag, steady dissin’ his dead ass
Who died, I’m in love wit’ her red ass
Grimey lil n**ga gone empty the whole mag
Such a slimey lil n**ga, in love wit’ a ..
F**k all that dissin’, boy come and get your bro back
Lil shawty go missin’ n**ga come get your h*e back

Oh, he dissin’, man I said that, new ‘Vette I did that
New stick I cop that, that’s yo’ b**ch I pop that
I’m the same n**ga that came from the bottom
I don’t really care what they think about me
I don’t give a f**k what that h*e said
I just know the lil b**ch better not come back ’round me…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Quando Rondo, Jason Goldberg, D-Roc, 17OnDaTrack & Rio Leyva
Album: 3860
Produced by Jason Goldberg, D-Roc, 17OnDaTrack & Rio Leyva
Quando Rondo | NBA YoungBoy | 2022

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