RONDO ft. KAZEY J, T - 13 & TACTIX Lyrics

Aight boys

We ready

For a warmup?

Yeah nah nah

I know

We don't need it

Eh?

But

Let's just go

Don't get me wrong

It's sick

I drop a song

Like vomit

I bomb to bits

Ya get it?

I reckon

Consciousness

Has gone to shit

Jose Aldo

Or Ronaldo

Like a rondo

I kick it

Another hater

I swear I been

Here before

You can bet I

Rainbow flick it

Just to

Header the ball

Don't have to say

Nothing

I'm in that

Venomous form

Can't stop it

Til I drop it

The rocket cockpit

Is my bed tonight

I check my heart

It go boom

Harder than

In the past

When I'd pass

In my car

Thru heavy lights

I check his bars

Are they good?

No chance

But am I really

Gonna argue

With him?

I'll find

A better write

He not gonna get it

I chuck it to him

He drop this

He said

He got hops

But he's doing

Fosbury flop shit

Said I'm gonna

Net it

Not gentrified

But I'm generous

I'll take your

Whole vault

Then I'll

Pole vault

So watch this

Auschwitz

Oh shit

And oh fuck

I start a war

And you know

There won't be

No cup

Don't get pissed

This is in jest

So hold up

Kick these

Little bitches

Like balls

The way

They roll up

I don't share it

Like I'm Alan

It's evident

Trust that I never

Had to tell em

You're getting

On the bus

But I never

Have to scan in

I'm in the prem

And you do

What your

Bang average

Dad did

Whoo yeah

That's got my

That's getting

My heart pumping

Aye

Who wants it next?

Kaze?

Aight

Let's do it

Aight go long

Aight

Let it run

Yeah look

I had em

Going crazy

Like a man

Inside

A dark room

They was tryna

Take me out

And stab me

Like a harpoon

I know

What they

Been saying

Lil baby

The rumours

Aren't true

Sending out

The beats

To the rappers

It was

A smart move

I took

A year or two

To chill

But they all knowing

Gotta cut

A couple verses

Get the ball rolling

And they was

Laughing

Talking crazy

Till he start flowing

Let them do they thing

But reminding them

This is

Our moment

They was dick riding

Asking them to

Dismount

She said

Click the

Link in bio

For a discount

Had the money

Counted up

Inside the duffel

So hope

The Universe

Love you

Or Imma

Take a

Couple chips out

And I ain't interested

In anybody

Fake beef

Unless they

Find a way

To monetise

And make cheese

Boy

I been all

Around the globe

But I'm back home

Chilling

With the dogs

Straight smoking

On K Street

Alright Kazey

Didn't have to

Pull out all

The skills

Straight away

My G

Ay yo

I'll take it bro

I'm open

Yeah

I'll offload

That shit

Ah shit

T wanna kick too

You pricks

Getting hit

With my big boot

Few tricks

We the shit

True

I chew bricks

No toothpicks

I'm usually

A bit rude

Ah

Watch me spitting

In a big booth

Fool

Catch me sitting

WIth

A chipped tooth

Drool

Snatch me

Sipping on

The sick truth

I'm sinking in

A slick dude

Who ain't hitting you

Or your bitch mood

I'll make you

Switch crews

Balling with game

Yellow card

Red card

We all be

The same

Got my fellow

With a mellow charge

Floor to the face

Yelling hello

With some jello

And four whores

In my place

Wanna ball

On a plate?

You can't take mine!

You can fall

Take a break

By the lakeside

You could even

Call for a sub

Just to waste time

Then we would be

All in the pub

For a great night

Buzzing

On the grapevine

Yeah

Bump to the beat

Button up

My waistline

Jump to my feet

Yeah we suffer

For the butter

Like the rump

On a beast

Is what I utter

To your mother

As we hump

In the sheets

Uh

Gee Whiz!

I need to

Calm down

But T hits

With the bomb sound!

You just need to

Please

Get a grip

Of the bong now

So we can

Release it

And kick to

This song's sound

Oh wow!

Oh

My man's got

Control

Of the ball

Aye

Ah Stanza

Too much

Nah

I'm done bro

Yo Tactix

You up?

Yo

Yeah bro

Let's do it

Kick it

Yeah

This guy has got

The weirdest tricks

That's it!

Tax the dog

Of no tactics

Pass the ball

Walks in relaxing

Like

What's happening?

Yeah

Talks with

A bitter accent

So I know I

Flow on ill beats

With the max kicks

Should I

Leave my

Hands tied?

I'd call the bro

A taxi

But I need

A bit more

Than a backseat

I got a knack

See?

Bet it's

Thee-tongue-action

That his ex needs

Sicker than a

Cuck's bride

Iller than

A vaccine

He's actually

Rasping

Hawks

And then spits

Try to take the ball

From me?

It's hopeless

Jah not quick enough

We got

The back spin

Wax them;

Elas-tico!

Won stall

Our kicks win

Skins thick

Our bars kill

And you know

The sickest thing

About it all?

I doubt it yo

Rookie reckon

Never felt the flow

I'll talk

To you chill

Cool

Like Antarctica

Still part of it

He's

Fully psyched out

So Right now

Just fucken

Put the mic down

I'll Chip it back

To the bro

For the

Right sounds

Pipe down!

Back to Stanza

And I'm kicking

Again

Spitting riddles

That these

Piggies

In the middle

Don't get

They saying unfair

When they getting

Nutmegged

I hit em

With the rhythm

And these silly kids

Are twisting they legs

Been a bigger threat

Than me? Nah!

Pirlo Mr. P

They call me Cena

Girls go

I wish for he

And for his penis

Guess it's why

I fork

And eat

Them for my Ceena

Cena?

See nah!

You ain't

Gonna be nothing

Motherfucker

She's up

And put her Cs

On a motherfucker

DMs she gonna C

Like I'm Granit Xhaka

But these piggies

Gonna freeze

When I'm huffing puffing

Huffing and puffing

And passing

I'm off to practice

You stuck

In the tub

And not getting

Dropped

By the Baptist

I pass it across

And you're

Caught lacking

You're better

In the sheds

Keeping stock

And just ball-bagging

Fuck this

Bad habits die hard

I'm harder

Than the armour

On a truck is

And fact is

Many men

Tryna slide hard

I'm like Sneijder 2010

Trust this

Ahh

Lads

I think we've

Proven our point

We just do our thing

And these losers

They be

Losing a joint

I showed em

I'm like Foden

Now

I know these folk

Never gonna

Snooze on the boy