Quando Rondo - Otherside

Pooh you a fool for this one
I ain't gon' lie Pooh, you is a fool for this one right here nigga
Quando Rondo nigga
Yeah, gang, pull that bag out nigga, gang

Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin' (drip)
Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip)
Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion
In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance
Rich niggas to the other side, rich niggas to the other side
Broke niggas to the other side, broke niggas to the other side

It's a nigga in the club with my old bitch
You can have that bitch 'cause she be on some hoe shit
Somebody in the club standin' by a fuck nigga
Point that nigga out and tell him you don't fuck with him
It's a bitch in the club fuckin' everybody
Fuck a bitch, can't fall in love 'cause they for everybody
Best believe I'm strapped up with that extension
So best believe it's enough bullets for everybody
Shake that ass in a circle baby, go go
Shake that ass in a circle baby, go go
Go up, down, round and round
Go up, down, up, down, round and round baby

Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin' (drip)
Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (Crip)
Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion
In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance
Rich niggas to the other side, rich niggas to the other side
Broke niggas to the other side, broke niggas to the other side

Bentley coupe came with a frog eyes (frog eyes)
Connected with these mob ties (mob ties)
Can't fuck with you, you from the other side (the other side)
Got too many coupes, I can't even decide (I can't decide)
Got back up from a loss, now I'm winnin'
Boss man, I'ma put my brothers in position
Balmain, European stitching in my britches, mmh
Bless hands, I been thankin' God through the ceiling, mmh
I'm done sinning
We receiving awards from the risks, yeah
I done bought more water than the fishes, yeah
You fell off 'cause you don't pay attention, yeah
YSL, young Gunna when I'm drippin', yeah

Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin' (drip)
Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip)
Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion
In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance
Rich niggas to the other side, rich niggas to the other side
Broke niggas to the other side, broke niggas to the other side

Yeah, I been booted up the worst way (turn up)
I remember having shootouts on my birthday
They tryna find out where Durk stay (no no no)
Don't know if they love me or tryna hurt me
Real shooters, pill poppers
Deal money, bought a lot of choppers
All the opposition, kill 'em motherfuckers
And I can't forget the trenches, them my blood brothers
Shout out Quando Rondo, he a lil' boss
And they say I'm super savage, that's the hood fault
And I paid you to be cool, that's what love cost
Like shout out to the family, know I love y'all

Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin' (drip)
Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (Crip)
Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion
In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance
Rich niggas to the other side, rich niggas to the other side
Broke niggas to the other side, broke niggas to the other side

If you from the West Side, nigga throw the West up
If you from the East Side, nigga throw the East up
Sauced up, I be drippin'
Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin', yeah

Writers: Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Durk D Banks, Tyquian Terrel Bowman

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