ROUNDOFAPPLAUSE lyrics

[Intro]
SINGEONTHEBEAT
SINGE

[Verse 1]
f*ckin a thotty I f*ck on that b*tch
She suckin me slobby she suck on my di*k
And I'm sippin on [?] I'm smokin a spliff
She touchin her body she know that I'm rich
And I'm up on the Glock he get popped like a zit
And lil shawty a thot she sound like a tic
Beyblade with the K b*tch I let it rip
And I'm f*ckin yo mane, I'm f*ckin that b*tch
b*tch I hop in the range and I get a stick
And I stay with my gang, b*tch I'm with the sh*t
And I'm switchin the lane inside of this foreign
And I'm f*ckin her face, shawty she foreign
Not runnin no fades 'cause that sh*t borin'
b*tch suckin' on me, they call me big Glocky
And I'm f*ckin her Spanish while she call me poppy
And you said that you got it, then why you not poppin'?
But I'm up on the Glock you get hung like a stocking
And I'm not finna run, you know how I'm rockin
And I'm holdin' my tum, b*tch you know that I spark it
Pull up, fah fah fah fah fah fah fah fah
Pull up with my gun that b*tch go blah
b*tch I'm in the trap and I remix the pack
And yo shawty a [?] she throwin it back
b*tch I pull up to the trap and I aim at yo back
And he talk about racks, but I know it is cap
And I pull up on [?] that's cap
Boy that's cap, mm, boy that's capitan
Get hit with the strap when I bring my ratchet in (My ratchet in)
[Verse 2]
I got the pole, b*tch get on the floor
Glock with a beam it's gone make him hit the woe
I'm sick of these n*ggas they all have disease
And the K with extension AK with a beam
And I'm leavin him missin', no puttin' asleep
Rest in piece I got a Glock
She get on her knees shawty a thot
And a strap with the heat see you better watch
And a Glock with a di*k b*tch I'm pullin my c*ck out
Bullets they hittin his lip watch it knock out
b*tch I'm on my rockstar, sh*t let me rock out
b*tch I'm on my block star sh*t in the trap house
That n*gga gone skate when my n*ggas pop out
And she used to hate but she give me top now
Pull off in a rave, I'm droppin the top down
And we aim for yo face and shoot from the top down
Like b*tch stay still stop runnin around
And the strap with the steel I'm gunnin them down
Bullets gone clap clap clap I got racks
Racks in the back got a strap in the back