Quando Rondo - 1999 (Audio, Video) - Music Video
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Quando Rondo drops new piece of music, "1999".
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Following his debut album, QPac, back in January, Quando Rondo has consistently stayed releasing singles.
The Savannah, Georgia native follows up "Depression" with another loosie, that may find a home eventually, titled "1999." The year happens to be Quando's birth year, thus signalizing the number's importance.
The song finds Quando is in his usual element.
He's got a piano-ballad-meets-trap beat, with his raspy sing-song vocals crooning about his early life and the troubles he's seen.
The visual appears to have been shot in the eternally sunny California rather than his native GA, while Quando not only shows off his designer clothing but stacks of cash, showing fans just how much his life changed since 1999-- sentiments he also echoes throughout the record too.
Quando Rondo - 1999 (prod.
Al Geno) Watch Video Lyrics.
[Intro] Mhmm (Al Geno on the track) Mhmm, California She wanna fly to California [Chorus] I bet the bank, I knew I couldn't afford, yeah Now we be shopping in designer stores, yeah Steal from the rich, I'm rich, a Rollie, give it to the poor Lately, I been focused on murder, new shells on the floor Watch Timmy beat the block up Them niggas hate, I'm hard knock We spin the block so many times, they talk, run 'em down with that Glock 9 That Juvenile, that Boosie boo, that back in nineteen-nine-nine Shake, shake the block, we up them glizzies We bound to lay 'em all down [Verse 1] I'ma show them boys who run the city, we gon' kill 'em all out Top shotta, top dotta, four pound gon' knock 'em all off Never respond to what they say, they in the race, they all be chasin' clout My youngest say he tryna get paid Stay with the K's to show me what you 'bout You keep a rod but you won't pull the trigger No, they don't know them boys out west when it's some pussy niggas Just copped the new AK, ayy plus, we got the new 9 miller Glock 34, we up and blow, we made the CJ Spiller The internet thug so hard, when we spin them- Same niggas that dropped your deal asked me did I want to get you knocked The plan was when you come to sign a paper, G was gon' run down with Glocks I swear I'm steady flexin' on the opps That two-door coupe, I swerved it off the lot You play with blue, that's the day you get shot I got that bank, I know my partners spot I take a look into the sky, from day to night, it be stormin' The boy already caught a case, it not even much warning We up the score, that's on the locs, I catch a opp, them I'm scorin' These brand new Fendi's on my feet, she ain't wanna fuck when I wore Jordan's I'ma slap a thirty in the glizzy, what they call Stephen Curry I was countin' up a half a millie, I'm not even much worried All the opps really pussy, I swear the whole city know it Just wait the day for the tooly, you know that we be sixty rollin' [Chorus] Lately, I been focused on murder, new shells on the floor Watch Timmy beat the block up Them niggas hate, I'm hard knock We spin the block so many times, they talk, run 'em down with that Glock 9 That Juvenile, that Boosie boo, that back in nineteen-nine-nine 1999
October 18, 2020, 12:35 am