Quando Rondo - I Admit (Prod. Chrys, the Eagle)
Prod. by Chrys, the Eagle
Chrys, the Eagle:
📷 Instagram: @chrysem
🐦Twitter: @chrysem_
Quando Rondo:
📷 Instagram: @quando_rondo
QRN
I admit, I treated you just like dog and misled you
I hope you found somebody better, who on a whole 'nother level
We love to swing iron in my section, on the street where I met her
Pain in my eyes, but I'm still steppin', on my grind, I can't let up
All to the one that I love, she know it's never no pressure
I get this feeling from you, dog, I know I gotta do better
Just like my pistol, keep you tucked, you know you my lil' Beretta
I got this feeling you bad luck, so when you leave, don't be extra
These bitches live off social media, and plus they goal's competition
I guess you don't fit the criteria, your love what I'm missing
Shorty sort of like a bacteria, she fill me with sickness
So I ordered up all the nearest ones, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all friendship
You'd be a stupid motherfucker to put your trust in a ho
If you know, just like I know, just like the wind, they gon' go
Why the fuck you seekin' for attention? I guess that's what rock your boat
Same day you run out all them Benjis, she gon' leave 'cause you broke
She pull up screamin' out my name all on the block I be on
She always tell me tote that flame when I post on my street corner
I got lil' mama on my brain, can't get her off, I'm weak for her
Can't even lie, I played it lame, I really did lil' ma wrong
I admit, I treated you just like dog and misled you
I hope you found somebody better, who on a whole 'nother level
We love to swing iron in my section, on the street where I met her
Pain in my eyes, but I'm still steppin', on my grind, I can't let up
All to the one that I love, she know it's never no pressure
I get this feeling from you, dog, I know I gotta do better
Just like my pistol, keep you tucked, you know you my lil' Beretta
I got this feeling you bad luck, so when you leave, don't be extra
I'ma pour that drank up in a Pepsi Cola
Ride 'round with that Draco in a four-seater, yeah
Ayy, whole hundred racks, I'ma go break the bank
I'ma fuck from the back, pull out, nut on her face
Fuck it up with the MAC, we not leavin' the trace
I'm in love with your ass, but I need me some space
Nigga know for a fact he get shot in the face
I be sippin' on Act', got that shit by the case
Swear lil' shorty the baddest, I think that she blasian
Got a K with a strap 'cause these niggas be hating
My lil' bro in the trap tryna run up some paper
Ain't a point where you at, I might post up in Frazier
Red scope on the back, got the Glock with the laser
Give a fuck where you at, we be throwin' up Neighbors
Oh, yeah
Girl, I know I did you wrong, that's why I'm makin' this song
I'm talkin' soon as we get home, I wanna see in your thong
That Chinese bang like you Hong Kong, after I fuck, just leave me 'lone
Like, girl, I know I did you wrong
I admit, I treated you just like dog and misled you
I hope you found somebody better, who on a whole 'nother level
We love to swing iron in my section, on the street where I met her
Pain in my eyes, but I'm still steppin', on my grind, I can't let up
All to the one that I love, she know it's never no pressure
I get this feeling from you, dog, I know I gotta do better
Just like my pistol, keep you tucked, you know you my lil' Beretta
I got this feeling you bad luck, so when you leave, don't be extra
#quandorondo #iadmit #chrystheeagle
26 мар 2024
