Gun Powder
Quando Rondo Lyrics
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I don't know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed
Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
My youngin' down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes
Take off his nose
None of my niggas gon' bend, break, or fold
Clutchin' cutters, me and my brothers ridin' 'round smokin' dope
I got a drop on all the opps, hope you don't think that you Low
This ain't no threat, bitch this a promise, when I catch you case closed
Money fold, dope sold, you caught a body but told
Spent 40 thousand on some diamonds, got my mouth lookin' froze
You sippin ' lean, that's not prescription, got 'em comin' by loads
Lord knows, walk in the mall and spend 10 thousand on clothes
I don't know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed
Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes
Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes
I bought a chopper then I filled it up
I catch 'em, I'ma fill 'em up
Walk down, headshots, hit the corner, rip 'em up
Y'all better listen to the words I say, we livin' in our last days
Point blank, proven, ci-cigarettes and ash trays
I don't know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed
Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes
Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes
Grrrah, hahahaha
Haha, bitch, come here
The lyrics to Quando Rondo's "Gun Powder" speak to a violent, criminal lifestyle that the rapper claims to be a part of. The opening lines suggest that he knows about illegal activities but chooses to keep quiet, possibly to avoid getting into trouble with authorities or to protect himself from retaliation. He then brags about his new weapon, a Desert Eagle with a foldable blade, which suggests he's ready for violence at any moment. He advises his associates to dispose of evidence properly, going as far as to suggest burning clothes and showering in bleach.
The rest of the lyrics are similar in tone, with Quando Rondo describing his willingness to use deadly force against rivals and his disregard for innocent life, exemplified by his refusal to spare kids or hoes. He boasts of his wealth, spending thousands of dollars on diamond jewelry, clothing, and drugs, including lean that may not be legally prescribed. The song ends with a menacing laugh and a challenge for others to approach him.
Overall, the song glamorizes a violent lifestyle and portrays the use of guns and drugs in a positive light, promoting a culture of violence and crime to impressionable listeners.
Line by Line Meaning
I don't know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed
I don't have any information on murder, so I'll keep quiet
Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
I obtained a new Desert Eagle with an attached foldable cutter
Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
Take a shower with bleach, tear apart the car, and make sure every clothing item is burnt
My youngin' down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
My young acquaintance is willing to fatally shoot anyone for a single line of cocaine
Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
Texting the enemies to affirm that we want conflict with them
We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
Our score is six points ahead of theirs, and they need to improve their position
Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes
Appear with firearms, and I'll shoot anyone regardless of their gender or age
Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes
Accelerate while playing loud music, and shoot through your clothes
Take off his nose
Remove their nose
None of my niggas gon' bend, break, or fold
My acquaintances won't give in, weaken or submit
Clutchin' cutters, me and my brothers ridin' 'round smokin' dope
Holding on to knives, I and my comrades are driving around while smoking marijuana
I got a drop on all the opps, hope you don't think that you Low
I have information on all the enemies, and I hope you don't consider yourself Low
This ain't no threat, bitch this a promise, when I catch you case closed
It's not a threat; it's a promise when I capture you, the case will be over
Money fold, dope sold, you caught a body but told
I have a lot of cash, drugs are being sold, and you're responsible for a homicide, but you've revealed it
Spent 40 thousand on some diamonds, got my mouth lookin' froze
I spent a fortune on diamonds, and now my teeth look frozen
You sippin' lean, that's not prescription, got 'em comin' by loads
If you consume lean, it's not prescribed medication, and they're being supplied in large quantities
Lord knows, walk in the mall and spend 10 thousand on clothes
God knows I enter shopping malls and spend ten thousand dollars on clothes
I bought a chopper then I filled it up
I purchased a machine gun and loaded it
I catch 'em, I'ma fill 'em up
If I catch them, I will shoot them
Walk down, headshots, hit the corner, rip 'em up
Walk towards them, shoot them in the head, reach the corner, and destroy them
Y'all better listen to the words I say, we livin' in our last days
You'll better heed my words because we're nearing the end of our lives
Point blank, proven, ci-cigarettes and ash trays
Our point-blank shootings are certified, and we don't care about smoking cigarettes and ashtrays
Grrrah, hahahaha
Onomatopoeia
Haha, bitch, come here
Laughter followed by an insult and an invitation
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Brayon Nelson, Tahj Vaughn, Tyquian Bowman
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@Caseblacky
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Ty
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@LastBeWock
Now he look like a damn lesbian.
@cmoney2213
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@dwdcustoms2667
Exactly he’s growing up his got a kid and has responsibilities but I won’t lie I do miss him like this but I’m glad he grew up