Quando Rondo – Dead Wrong (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Watch the music video for Quando Rondo’s “Dead Wrong” song produced by Mike Laury & Dubba-AA. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download.

Quando Rondo Dead Wrong

YoungBoy Never Broke Again stoked the fire with the release of his new single, “Bring The Hook,” on Wednesday (January 12). On the same day, affiliated rapper Quando Rondo also shared a new song, called “Dead Wrong.”

While “Dead Wrong” may not be as explicit as “Bring The Hook,” Quando Rondo gets menacing and offers up thousands of dollars for somebody’s dreadlocks on the record. Many of his lyrics directly reference violent activity, including shootings, murders, and similar crimes. He does not mention O-Block, contrary to YoungBoy’s approach on “Bring The Hook.”

Quando has remained consistent over the last few months, continually sharing new music videos for his fans to enjoy.

Quando Rondo – Dead Wrong (prod. Mike Laury & Dubba-AA)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
These niggas now what the fuck goin’ on (Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
You know that I’m one real, yeah
All my niggas really ’bout to come through the cut and let that bitch bang (Dubba-AA flex, Q-R-N, hah, hah, hah)
(This Is The Sound)

[Chorus]
And I say uptown, downtown, blue flags all around
Chitty Chitty Gang gon’ let it bang
Big glizzy, it stay tucked, y’all pussy niggas know what’s up
Forty thousand with a dub if one of y’all bring back his brain
Like tell me what is you saying?
I’m from a corner where they bangin’ Crip gang
Ain’t no discussion once you speak on my name
Send him to sleep with his mans
Go ask the city ’bout who really be slaying
Outside his house, inside the bushes, we laying
I want him down in the grave

[Verse]
They say, “You dead wrong”
I just left the grave from seeing Ralphie, kissed his headstone
I be in a rush, call me blue monster, Sonic Hedgehog
I just got a Glock, came in from Russia, need a red dot
Put him to sleep just like some Wock’ or Robitussin, need his dreadlocks
I’m countin’ up these dead guys
Beretta, I can’t lack mine
Like for the cheddar, I collect mine
Like make sure one inside the glizzy, ain’t no stoppin’ at them red lights
Hunnid round drum look like some titties on the glizzy in the Redeye
Don’t tuck that gun ’cause that’s for Leeky when he get to doin’ fed time
She text my phone like, “Come and see me,” she know I can make her bed rock
You bust his dome, don’t show no pity, spin again, and let a hunnid fly
Like leave me ‘lone, I’m on my grizzy, trying stake me up a hunnid, yah

[Chorus]
And I say uptown, downtown, blue flags all around
Chitty Chitty Gang gon’ let it bang
Big glizzy, it stay tucked, y’all pussy niggas know what’s up
Forty thousand with a dub if one of y’all bring back his brain
Like tell me what is you saying?
I’m from a corner where they bangin’ Crip gang
Ain’t no discussion once you speak on my name
Send him to sleep with his mans
Go ask the city ’bout who really be slaying
Outside his house, inside the bushes, we laying
I want him down in the grave