Lyrics: Timothy Leeks
Music: Timothy Leeks
[Intro]
I'm the man
Stack them rubber bands
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I'm the dope man
I'm the dope man
I'm the dope man
I'm the dope man
I'm the dope man
I'm the dope man
I'm the neighborhood...
[Hook: Quando Rondo]
I can get a check, flip and stack the rubber bands
Long as the paper good, come into my door, man
In my neighborhood, I'm the ****in' dope man
In my neighborhood, I'm the ****in' dope man
Lamborghini car seat cost 200 stacks
**** it, pour that codeine in a Coca Cola can
No, this not a hummer, baby, this a new G-Wagon
Grind all winter, all summer, Amiri pants
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
Pabb jumped off the stove, inside the kitchen cookin' wax
Ten-thousand on clothin', fly as hell, no Peter Pan
Ten-thousand on clothes, I walk in Saks, they know my name
I won't bend or fold, I keep it solid to the grave
I won't bend or fold, I'm from the projects, not the A
10 straight to the door, they gave my uncle 'bout that 'Ye
Blue hundred, C-notes, I'm sippin' Red right to the face
May cause drowsiness but everyday I'm gettin' faded
YSL her purse, I got Givenchy on her laces
Si-si-sippin syrup, I call up Puse 'n' 'em for some cases
Posted on that curb, where my lil partner caught they cases
Amiri Jeans the shirt, designer junkie, I'm a basehead
[Hook: Quando Rondo]
I can get a check, flip and stack the rubber bands
Long as the paper good, come into my door, man
In my neighborhood, I'm the ****in' dope man
In my neighborhood, I'm the ****in' dope man
Lamborghini car seat cost 200 stacks
**** it, pour that codeine in a Coca Cola can
No, this not a hummer, baby, this a new G-Wagon
Grind all winter, all summer, Amiri pants
[Verse 2: Lul Timm]
This not no 'Maro, this a Lamborghini
I'm just like Rambo with that ****in' semi
Got extra ammo, all I know is killin'
Them Rob Dinero's, stacked up to the ceiling
She say she **** with me, 'cause I'm a dealer
A nigga **** with me, then I'm a kill him
Pabb lost his life out there with LA Clippers
Rollin' dice, I lost a half a million
These niggas mice, I swear to god, they snitchin'
I earned my stripes from shootin' all them pistols
Come get your wife, she all up in the Bentley
I spent ten-thousand on some new Givenchy
[Hook: Quando Rondo]
I can get a check, flip and stack the rubber bands
Long as the paper good, come into my door, man
In my neighborhood, I'm the ****in' dope man
In my neighborhood, I'm the ****in' dope man
Lamborghini car seat cost 200 stacks
**** it, pour that codeine in a Coca Cola can
No, this not a hummer, baby, this a new G-Wagon
Grind all winter, all summer, Amiri pants