Blue Opps
Quando Rondo Lyrics


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Hah, yeah
This that don dada flow
(This that don dada music)
Oh Lord, ay

No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every time that we ride
Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyes

GPS me to they block and pop my head up like mayday
From day to night, they go and search for opps, they know that's they payday
No name, buried his Glock, then went and copped him an AK
Sixth grade, I had that drop, I never went to the eighth grade
Murder, I'm screaming out homicide
I run with watch and some top shottas who will come take your life
We live the life of Curtis Jackson, get rich or die tryin'
One shot, man down, smile in your face 'fore you die
My label told me I make music, make them boys go and kill
Gotta take a trip to LAX to get some drank for Kill Bill
I caught a rush from bustin' Glocks when I was out in the field
Them hitters come and sweep your block, better get a house in the hills
Them plastic cups, I'm sippin' New Orleans
Got a big black Glock with a big red beam
Whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans
I fuck off Percs, I kill off beans
Swing on they street, kill they whole team
I stopped they deal, I killed they dreams
Fuck they whole crew, that's what I mean
On grandma grave, I poured out lean

No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky
The police know it's homicides every time that we ride




Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyes

Overall Meaning

The song "Blue Opps" by Quando Rondo is a powerful song that discusses violence and street life. The first verse of the song talks about how the singer is feeling like Al Pacino from the movie Scarface. The singer reveals that the person who crosses them will end up dead. The singer also talks about the lingo used by gang members, including their flag wrapped around their head. The chorus talks about the impact of the violence on the community, with frequent homicides and everyone living in fear. The second verse talks about the singer's willingness to take violent revenge and the gang mentality that drives their actions. The singer also boasts about wealth and how it is connected to their street lifestyle.


The lyrics reveal a violent culture that is fueled by gang activity and the desire for power and respect. The song demonstrates how the gang members operate with their own set of rules and values. It also highlights the impact of violence on individuals and communities. The lyrics also suggest that violence is cyclical, with one group seeking revenge against another for prior wrongs. The song "Blue Opps" is a powerful commentary on the harsh realities of gang life and how violence and retaliation can spiral out of control.


Line by Line Meaning

No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red
I don't drink cappuccino; instead, I mix my drink with red syrup and double the quantity. This is my way of showing off my wealth and my danger.


I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead
I feel powerful like Al Pacino in his gangster roles. If someone tries to mess with me, they will face dire consequences.


"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo, wrap my flag 'round my head
My favorite greeting is asking "What's crackin', cousin?" I always make sure to wrap my gang flag around my head as a sign of my loyalty to my gang.


Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo, Timmy take off his dreads
I walk around the corner and catch my rival off guard. Timmy, one of my associates, then cuts off the opponent's dreadlocks to humiliate him.


Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky
I shoot my rival, and he falls to the ground. The sound of the gunshots rings out in the sky.


The police know it's homicides every time that we ride
The police are aware that there will be murders whenever we are out in the streets.


Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide
Our rivals regret starting conflicts with us since we move around every night, ready to attack them.


Steady watchin' the preacher preach, I got them gates in my eyes
Even when attending church, I remain alert and vigilant. I always have my eyes open, looking out for potential threats.


GPS me to they block and pop my head up like mayday
By using GPS, I locate my rival's location and surprise them by suddenly showing up unexpectedly.


From day to night, they go and search for opps, they know that's they payday
My rivals spend all their time looking for us because they know that harming us will earn them a lot of money.


No name, buried his Glock, then went and copped him an AK
An anonymous person buries his pistol and replaces it with an AK-47, a more powerful weapon.


Sixth grade, I had that drop, I never went to the eighth grade
I started selling drugs when I was in sixth grade and earned a lot of money. As a result, I never went to the eighth grade.


Murder, I'm screaming out homicide
I shout the word "homicide" to show that murder is a frequent occurrence in my life and my music.


I run with watch and some top shottas who will come take your life
I surround myself with trustworthy allies who are skilled in killing and will protect me from my enemies.


We live the life of Curtis Jackson, get rich or die tryin'
We follow the way of life of 50 Cent, who emphasizes the idea of risking everything to attain wealth.


One shot, man down, smile in your face 'fore you die
I shoot my rival once, and he falls down dead. I do this with a smile on my face, showing no mercy.


My label told me I make music, make them boys go and kill
My record label encourages me to release music that inspires violence amongst my fans.


Gotta take a trip to LAX to get some drank for Kill Bill
I have to travel to Los Angeles International Airport to buy drinks for my associates, whose nickname is "Kill Bill."


I caught a rush from bustin' Glocks when I was out in the field
I felt a thrill from firing guns when I was in dangerous situations outside.


Them hitters come and sweep your block, better get a house in the hills
My associates will come to your neighborhood and attack. If you want to be safe, you should move to a more affluent area away from the inner city.


Them plastic cups, I'm sippin' New Orleans
I drink from plastic cups, and I mix my drink with red syrup, emulating the style of New Orleans rap.


Got a big black Glock with a big red beam
I carry a large black pistol with a bright red laser sight to intimidate my rivals.


Whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans
I carry one hundred thousand dollars in cash, and I store it in my jeans.


I fuck off Percs, I kill off beans
I use Percocet medication recreationally, and I use my power and influence to cause my rivals to suffer due to their use of less potent drugs ("beans").


Swing on they street, kill they whole team
I walk confidently on the streets, surrounded by my allies, and I will defeat our rivals in a fight.


I stopped they deal, I killed they dreams
I ended a business agreement that my rivals were involved in and forever destroyed their hopes and plans.


Fuck they whole crew, that's what I mean
I despise my rivals and never hesitate to let my feelings known.


On grandma grave, I poured out lean
I pour out a syrup-based drink as a tribute to my grandmother, who has passed away.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Anthony Cornelius Hamilton, Mark Christopher Batson, Tyquian Bowman

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Comments from YouTube:

@ardadi4394

When he blinked that shi scared me 😂

@bigzaescobar862

Same bruh

@youngsavage8057

🤣🤣😂same

@evelynlunaa

deadass I thought I was tripping

@marikozart2283

Thought I was trippin for a minute 🥴😂

@natedogg_1478

Ardadi I stg bro I’m too high for that shit

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@dvdjnr6390

I swear the God if Quando Rondo kept this song unreleased in the vault and wait until after Von got killed to release it people would swear that it's a King Von diss and wouldn't believe that he recorded this song long time ago.

@yungwink7714

Be been recorded this I been had his CD

@414PRisky

That’s how u know who living that life

@deandrethomas4280

Exactly because every thing he said about Timmy he did to king von

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