Songtext Tear it down Quando Rondo

Tear it down

Ayy, Pab, pass me a pack of Newport right quick (QRN)
(Dabi, you'll make 'em proud)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a little stressed out right now

That's a couple hundred grand
Two-hundred something on the dash
I nearly came up from the bottom
If that's a question you want to ask
Official while riding on the Xan
I just pray that I don't crash
Your brotha thuggin raise your hands
If you got get back for your man

Hoes goes Audemars for certain
Fifty-thousand timing perfect
Project housing blood on top
Discreet, too deep do a Verzuz
Fuck that let me pop a perky
Spin that shit again
I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery
Spin that shit again
I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Aw man, here the cops come
And it's 3 a.m. in the streets we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard
And I could not dodge 'em
That shit be fake, be the same ones, they claim that they love ya

Things ain't the same, they got me traumatized
They try the gang, gone be a homicide
They say I changed that's because I'm going through this pain
I watched my cousin die
Codeine I still can't put down this drink
That's even though I tried
Colgate that's the code name for cocaine, we serve it through the night
Okay, that shit y'all seen on that camera was our seventh one
Okay, wait 'til Christmas I'ma buy lil' boy his favorite gun
Ray Allen, really had to grind to climb from out the mud
No fade, I done had to switch my Hellcat just to dodge a charge

Fuck em 'cause we livin large
Buddah got the toughest tuck
Game with that .30 rod
Up that thing, a thirty shots
I ain't dying by the gun
But livin' by it, that's the art of war
Finally I'm the one who really got it in a foreign car

Hoes goes Audemars for certain
Fifty-thousand timing perfect
Project housing blood on top
Discreet, too deep do a Verzuz
Fuck that let me pop a perky
Spin that shit again
I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery
Spin that shit again
I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Aw man, here the cops come
And it's 3 a.m. in the streets we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard
And I could not dodge 'em
That shit be fake, be the same ones, they claim that they love ya

I'm on one
I went two for two
My niggas out that three
Throw up that four
For my niggas jumping' out that SRT
Number five, add another five, standing on all ten
Fuck eleven
We be dodging twelve with this F&N
Thirteen, I was spitting, writing rhythms without a pen
Fourteen, I was on my grind, and fresh from out the pen
Fifteen, fucked up in the mind, all I know was spent
Forever sixteen till the day I die, we catch, and you gon' get it
This shit is not no competition
On my own pace and I'm winning
Foreign cars yellin', pink slippin', I know that you thought they rented
That's cause you all in my business
Fuck it, go get some benji's
I know that these niggas envy, yellow bitch look like Rainey
Kitchen Peezy, a chemist, a lot of shit I invented
But fuck it, let 'em pretend it, we slangin' iron can't prevent it
For I leave Lil' D, my lil' brotha, I'll leave all these bitches
And all I know is the hustle and flipping till it's a million

Hoes goes Audemars for certain
Fifty-thousand timing perfect
Project housing blood on top
Discreet, too deep do a Verzuz
Fuck that let me pop a perky
Spin that shit again
I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery
Spin that shit again
I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Aw man, here the cops come
And it's 3 a.m. in the streets we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard
And I could not dodge 'em
That shit be fake, be the same ones, they claim that they love ya

Everybody in the club, tear it down
(Dabi, you'll make 'em proud)
Everybody in the club, tear it down