Quando Rondo – “i8” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Quando Rondo premieres the visual for the “i8” single, co-produced by Hoops, Yung Finchie, Producedbykb & CxbGoCrazy. Stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Quando Rondo I8

Quando Rondo is on a roll. Three weeks since he dropped single “Now or Never,” the Savannah GA rapper returns with his latest, “i8.”

Following the death of King Von, Quando faced a lot of backlash for his close proximity to the incident. Since then, he has been outspoken on his side of the story and has clarified that he and King Von had no beef before Von was shot and killed. The rapper has been in the limelight for months over this controversy and has shared his concerns on its impact on his career.

Still, Quando Rondo decided to take on the moment by dropping his mixtape Still Taking Risks in May, and has continued to push out singles since, as if to show critics that he’s unaffected by all of this, and evidently, still making music.

Quando Rondo – i8 (prod. Hoops, Yung Finchie, Producedbykb & CxbGoCrazy)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Tell me you love me)
Brrr
(Cxb, know he go crazy)
Brrr, brrr
(Tell me you love me)
Uh-oh
I got the engine, and I’m on some man shit
I thought that that was some man shit (Prr)
I thought that that was the way that you said, that was from my understandment
Aw, yeah
Man, a nigga just rappin’ at this point

[Chorus]
​i8 go vroom, skrrt
When I spin off the block with a whole hunnid racks in my pants (My pants)
I don’t know about you, but I’ma die for my mans (My mans)
Steady thinkin’ ’bout you, can’t get lil’ ma out my head (Head)
Try to run from the truth, just like you do, but I can’t
Shawty fuckin’ my nigga, no Al Pacino
Glock work on the block, no Scarface
Had a bond in your court, you ain’t pass me the rock
I took the Penny Hardaway
Nigga talkin’ extorted, get hit with the mop
I’m geeked out, Roxies, broad day
Man, I need me a baddie likе Nicki Minaj
Come put that pussy on me

[Verse 1]
Girl, that pussy so good, when I fuck, I bе sweatin’
Model bitch from the hood, she be chasin’ that fetty
She wanna put that period blood inside my food, no spaghetti
Baby, I’m the superior, I came from the mud
My whole damn life, I been war ready
He say, she say, she say, he say, baby, why that really matter?
Like why we can’t talk ’bout investments?
Girl, you know I bang blue, you could go get a better man
Go to rink after school, that lil’ mama intelligent
All I think ’bout is you, man, I think that you Heaven-sent
We go straight to the top, that’s the place they ain’t never been
I be sippin’ on Wock’, on that shit, I spent heavy bands
I’m in love with this thot, ain’t nobody got better than
Nigga, I’m with the mob, go to war with the Taliban
Goin’ all the way up (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just wanna go all the way up
When I skrrt off the block (Woo, skrrt, skrrt, okay, let’s go)
In a brand new i8, yeah

[Chorus]
​​i8 go vroom, skrrt
When I spin off the block with a whole hunnid racks in my pants (My pants)
I don’t know about you, but I’ma die for my mans (My mans)
Steady thinkin’ ’bout you, can’t get lil’ ma out my head (Head)
Try to run from the truth, just like you do, but I can’t
Shawty fuckin’ my nigga, no Al Pacino
Glock work on the block, no Scarface
Had a bond in your court, you ain’t pass me the rock
I took the Penny Hardaway
Nigga talkin’ extorted, get hit with the mop
I’m geeked out, Roxies, broad day
Man, I need me a baddie like Nicki Minaj
Come put that pussy on me

[Verse 2]
I need me a Cardi, without the B, you know I’m C’ed out (Uh)
Whole Lotta Red, no Playboi Carti, leave his corner
No, I no longer want her around me, bitch, I’m goin’ up
My dick way longer, make her suck it, got her throwin’ up
Shit get real in the field, no Ricky Bobby
Know these niggas gon’ squeal like Mickey talkin’
Quick to empty the steel like Ricky caught ’em
Wanna fuck on Ochocinco daughter
No, I can’t even swim but I’m deep in that water
They don’t know how it feel, so I smoke a whole quarter
First 48, no Law & Order
Bitch better go get her drawers in order
He ain’t really gon’ shoot that, you ain’t thuggin’
You ain’t thuggin’
I might come through with a blue-flag Crip like Danny Glover (Ooh-wee-ooh)
I fucked her once, but I don’t really know her
So, tell me how the fuck you love me, stupid motherfucker? (Motherfucker)

[Chorus]
​​i8 go vroom, skrrt
When I spin off the block with a whole hunnid racks in my pants (My pants)
I don’t know about you, but I’ma die for my mans (My mans)
Steady thinkin’ ’bout you, can’t get lil’ ma out my head (Head)
Try to run from the truth, just like you do, but I can’t
Shawty fuckin’ my nigga, no Al Pacino
Glock work on the block, no Scarface
Had a bond in your court, you ain’t pass me the rock
I took the Penny Hardaway
Nigga talkin’ extorted, get hit with the mop
I’m geeked out, Roxies, broad day
Man, I need me a baddie like Nicki Minaj
Come put that pussy on me