Rondo #9 lyrics

[Intro]
This is an Icey Diablo exclusive
Woo!
BB belt shinin', just like some diamonds
I ain't hiding boy you can come find me
Aye, aye aye aye
Woo!

[Chorus]
BB belt shinin'
Just like some diamonds
I ain't hiding boy you can come find me
Rondo cause yeah, that nine all on me
Your b*tch at the crib she tryna top me
Put down the Glock and I pick up the tommy
Aim for the head yeah I don't aim for tummy
Don't aim for body, aim for the head
Can't f*ck with thotties, I just want head
Bro got the Kel-Tec and it got the led
Huh, I'm all about getting bread
K on me and it got a lil kickback
Run down on me then I'm gone push yo sh*t back
Left the house and I got my gat
Left the house and I got my pack
Ain't leaving the house if I'm gonna lack
Just like a dyke, my bro got the strap
[Verse]
I hit the bank, I leave and just laugh
What I'm smoking on, this sh*t jet lag
I know that they jealous of me, hey
I know that they watching on me, hey
I know that they plottin' on me
I got all of this money on me
Serving these percs too all these fiends
Drop a damn xan into my lean, hey
Run down on us then we catching a body, aye
This sh*t my hobby
Glock to his head better empty the pockets, hey yeah
I got a rocket
f*ck that hoe yeah, now I be ballin'
Percs hit my line, yeah they keep callin'
More money than them and that boy went to college
Now I'm a boss the shots yeah I call it
Yeah the shots now I call it
They on my page they stalking
New coupe double park it, yeah
New coupe double park it
Y'all boys better watch it
No more Gucci it be f*ck them, yeah yeah
On the highway and I floor it
That b*tch ain't get money she boring
On the road like I'm touring
On the road with a foreign
Getting money that's all that I know
You run up on me leave you dead on the floor
Throwaway, I got rid of the pole
Icey diamonds wet, just like a boat
You think you can jugg me you a fool
Like Home Depot I got that tool
Like a glo boy I got the True's
Don't hit my line cause y'all so fuu
[Chorus]
BB belt shinin'
Just like some diamonds
I ain't hiding boy you can come find me
Rondo cause yeah, that nine all on me
Your b*tch at the crib she tryna top me
Put down the Glock and I pick up the tommy
Aim for the head yeah I don't aim for tummy
Don't aim for body, aim for the head
Can't f*ck with thotties, I just want head
Bro got the Kel-Tec and it got the led
Huh, I'm all about getting bread
K on me and it got a lil kickback
Run down on me then I'm gone push yo sh*t back
Left the house and I got my gat
Left the house and I got my pack
Ain't leaving the house if I'm gonna lack
Just like a dyke, my bro got the strap