Violent Livin

[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
Ayy (Give a— Give a fuck 'bout no opp shit, chopstick, mopstick)
You know? Like, I stay to myself
Feel me? So like, keep me out of all that bullshit, you feel me? If you fuck with me, do that
Fuck that extra shit, pussy-ass (Ha-ha)

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I be living life violent, it ain’t hard to notice that I need a Louis Vuitton bitch
Relocate on the island, two Jolly Ranchers in my soda even though that I'm styling
I call this shit perfect timing, got the world on my shoulder, I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock, fuck a holster

[Verse 1: Brokeasf]
Let me tell you how I came from the bottom
Was a jit when I seen a nigga hit with that chopper
Daddy sold dope, I ain't listen to my mama
Bitch, you stayed in a beef on petty-ass drama
Now I’m right here, right now, counting these commas
Man, they want me to die 'cause I'm rich, what the fuck?
But Big Boy Power, he ain't never cared
Big Boy Power let it hit, he'll never tell
I'm tired of these lame ass hoes brainwashing jits
Bitch, go get some money and jump off my dick
I'm just chasing the bag
Bitch, I'm getting them mad
Run up on me, you’ll get popped like a tag
Big boy shooter, he’ll run up, no mask
Bitch, I'm a young gunner, I ain’t never go for no fuck shit
Up shit, bust shit, know we gon' tuck shit

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I be living life violent, it ain't hard to notice that I need a Louis Vuitton bitch
Relocate on the island, two Jolly Ranchers in my soda even though that I'm styling
I call this shit perfect timing, got the world on my shoulder, I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock, fuck a holster

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
I fuck ten bitches a week, ain’t no need for no sheets 'cause I fuck 'em without a condom
Big old stick on G-23, watch him bleed in the street, when it's up, send him to the doctor
Probably sipping codeine on the corner with killers and dealers, lil' woadie, he having bodies
Call him Mr. Rich Rolling who came out the ghetto hundred percent, bitch, my diamonds flawless

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I be living life violent, it ain't hard to notice that I need a Louis Vuitton bitch
Relocate on the island, two Jolly Ranchers in my soda even though that I'm styling
I call this shit perfect timing, got the world on my shoulder, I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock, fuck a holster

[Verse 3: Quando Rondo]
Cuban link chain Harriet Tubman, it's choking
Hundred racks on your brain, I'ma put it in motion
Every day, I sip on purp', purple potion
Two styrofoam got me moving slow motion
She from New York, she the baddest lil' baddie, Balmain my denim, lil' drip in the ocean
Snuck in line 'bout my pocket, they cornered, then blast it, bet my youngin go up just to get him a Rollie

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
I be living life violent, it ain't hard to notice that I need a Louis Vuitton bitch
Relocate on the island, two Jolly Ranchers in my soda even though that I'm styling
I call this shit perfect timing, got the world on my shoulder, I might hit with my iron out
Quick to put up a opp like a billboard or poster
In the Louis V pouch, keep the Glock, fuck a holster

[Outro: Brokasf]
Came from the bottom, nah, that shit wasn't easy, I, I got locked up, you feel me? You feel me? Shot up, all that fuck shit, went through all that, did that
Don't get your wigged snatched, though, pussy-ass nigga, know Big Boy Power go dummy
Yeah
Grrt