Quando Rondo – End Of Story (Audio, Lyrics)

Quando Rondo is out with “End Of Story”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Mook On The Beats & Dubba-AA.

Quando Rondo End Of Story

It was only a matter of time before Quando Rondo moved to address his crew’s involvement in the shooting of King Von, and this evening he’s come forward to do exactly that. “End Of Story” marks his most in-depth reflection so far, with Quando using the opportunity to speak on everything that has since played out following that fateful night.

For the most part, Quando opts to remain defiant, maintaining that he and his crew were acting in self-defence — in fact, he even goes to pledge his support for Von’s alleged shooter, as he did during last night’s Verzuz. “My mans ain’t done nothing wrong,” he declares. “And if your mans wouldn’t have did the same, you need to stop fucking with him.”

Quando Rondo – End Of Story (prod. Mook On The Beats & Dubba-AA)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Dubba-AA flexing
Mook on the beats
Mmm, you know we living, we on
This Is The Sound
Look

[Chorus]
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would’ve left your mans, that ain’t one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it’s like the fans doing the police job
Y’all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked
You ‘posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain’t got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn’t have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that’s understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong

[Verse]
Blood on your brother on the ground, go and pick your mans up
Damn right we screaming self defense, he shouldn’t have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that’s all the evidence, see them pussy niggas shouldn’t have ran up on me
Who the fuck said that I was hidin’? I’m still ridin’ ’round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight, I ain’t never had no show inside the A
Million on my head, that’s what they say
That’s all you got? Bitch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake
That shit a shame
I’ma live this way until they put me in my grave
Ayy, we be on some beast shit
We be on some rockout with that Glock out on some G shit
I be with them youngins really mopped out on that three shit
We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets shit
We be on some fucking hit his mama house when his bitch in there

[Chorus]
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would’ve left your mans, that ain’t one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it’s like the fans doing the police job
Y’all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked
You ‘posed to walk it how you talk it
But shit, I still ain’t got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn’t have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that’s understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong

[Outro]
Red rum, top shotta, they play, I’m dropping a body
Right by the store with all them Crip niggas, only life that I had
What they don’t know, he knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask
Know many men, they wanna kill me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, woah
I don’t give a fuck how no one feel
My mans ain’t do nothing wrong
And if your mans wouldn’t have did the same, you need to stop fucking with him
They on our side
And everybody think this shit a game
I already know it’s murder behind this shit