Rondonumbanine Corner Store (feat. Boss Top)
[Intro: Boss Top]
Numba Nine roll up, bro!
Rondo yelling Six Hunnid
RIP Munna, RIP L'A!
FTO, man
Glock Boys, you know how we rockin', man!
[Chorus: RondoNumbaNine]
Coolin' in O Block, smoking loud pack with Boss Top, and Cdai, 22 shots
Switching lanes in a foreign car
For the squad, bitch, we go hard, try to try us, you ain't gon' make it far!
We gotta lot of Glocks for the f..cking war
And, bitch, we still posted by that corner store
[Verse 1: RondoNumbaNine]
I got this chopper wit' no kick back
Ride on him then I blow his shit back
These niggas woofing I ain't with the chit chat
I'm in the foreign riding round with big MAC's
Whatever you niggas on, I'm on that
Me and Cdai coolin', smoking loud pack
He got that work, run in, I need that!
Swirl wrap 'em up for a kidnap
These thots calling, "Why they all on me?"
You talking to them, "No, you ain't not homie!"
I do my work all by my lonely
And I got this fame, now they think I'm phony
I run the game like my name Tony
I'm shooting shit like my name Ginóbili
Squad shit, bitch!
And I'm Numba Nine from the six!
[Chorus: RondoNumbaNine]
Coolin' in O Block, smoking loud pack with Boss Top, and Cdai, 22 shots
Switching lanes in a foreign car
For the squad, bitch, we go hard, try to try us, you ain't gon' make it far!
We gotta lot of Glocks for the f..cking war
And bitch we still posted by that corner store
[Verse 2: Boss Top]
You got a 30, we got 50's on that!
Rap dissing, you get shot just like Kodak
Say he leaning but that shit he drinking no Act
How you getting money, you ain't playing wit' no sack?
Keep a lama close, them f..cking hammers sit back
Hunnid in the chopper, split yo' ass just like Kit-Kats
Turn up, sucka, I ain't really with the lip smack
You can front me something, you ain't gon' get shit back
Shooters coming, bitch, you gon' need a shit bag
Feds in my hair like a f..cking durag
Say he caught me lacking, why you boys ain't do that?
Known for shooting first, I seem to never shoot back!
I'm a Glock boy, T-Roy shoot like Novak
Call up my lil' shorty, leave yo' ass with no back
And I'll trade the world for my brother O back
Riding 'round through Chiraq with my glizzy, know that!
