Rounds lyrics

[Intro: Jace!]
Go, rrr, go (Rrr, rrr, rrr, ayy)
Rrr (Real MurdaWorth sh*t)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (What say? What say?)
Bad b*tch, hair done, she finna eat the whole gang up (Ayy)
b*tch-ass n*gga, get your rank up
Uh, lil' n*gga, get your rank up (Hawky)

[Chorus: Jace!]
Bad b*tch, hair done, she finna eat the whole gang up
Up on the score, you better get your rank up
You get some chains, n*ggas start to change up
Pull up button, rrr, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
She get to shakin' her ass like baow
Shoot up that trap, n*ggas start runnin' out (b*tch)
I know some killers, the East, the West, the South, had n*ggas screamin' out, "Ouch"
Don't wanna scratch, hit up that crib, we had them bullets flyin' through the couch
Shake that ass, shawty
Better get in your bag, shawty
Oh, you in your bag, shawty
He in his bag hardly (b*tch)

[Verse 1: Jace!]
Puttin' up points, Harden (b*tch, ayy)
Uppin' that scorе, sparked 'em (Ayy)
She said I'm brokе, pardon (Ayy)
Cujo on fire, can't guard him (Guard him, ayy)
Take a Perc' 5 in the mornin' (Ayy)
She wanna f*ck 'cause she horny
Pull up, rrr, baow, switch the crowd
We had everybody 'round get down
Free Lil 30, free Cyraq, them n*ggas there, they'll get on your crown
Smokin' on dope, sh*t so loud, I can't really even hear no sounds
f*ck all the autotune, I'll let the accent show just to put on for the town
He tryna to run, he don't know where that backstreet go, we get to lettin' off rounds
[Bridge: Jace! & VonOff1700]
Rounds, n*gga (Ayy)
Rounds, ayy, rounds, rounds, rounds
Rounds, n*gga (Rrr, rrr, rrr)
Rounds, rounds, rounds, rounds (Rrr)
She wanna f*ck for a while (Ayy)
I'm finna give the b*tch rounds
Rounds, ayy, rounds, ayy
Rounds, n*gga, rounds (Damn)

[Verse 2: VonOff1700]
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, I had to switch up the crowd (Damn, damn, you know that)
Why the f*ck is you raisin' your voice? Up the Drac' on his ass 'cause the n*gga was gettin' too loud (b*tch ass)
I only be slidin' with steppers, don't get in this car if ain't never put nothin' down (You know that)
He ain't have his gun, he thought it was safe where he at, we done caught his dumb ass out of bounds (Dumbass)
You say it went down and Vonno ain't blow his gun, be for real, how the f*ck do that sound?
Spot us a vic' and spin right back around (Come here, come here)
Bounce out the V and leave his face on the ground (Come here, come here)
Layin' in a pool full of blood with his ass in the air (Damn, damn), that's how the n*gga was found (Damn, damn)
10 milli' Glock so big, you don't wanna feel it, this b*tch'll knock down a cow (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, you know that)
Free Famous, he finna take it to trial (Free my brother)
Snitchin', that's some sh*t we don't allow (We don't)
Pop out, n*gga, I'm spinnin' right now (I'm out)
The four of the Tris got me high as a cloud (Damn)
Don't think we killed him, he stuck in denial (The f*ck?)
I'm livin' my life like a battle royale (Damn, wild)
Make a n*gga eat bullets like Golden Corral (Grrah, grrah)
They know when I bounce I'm gon' get wild (You know that)
[Chorus: Jace!]
Bad b*tch, hair done, she finna eat the whole gang up
Up on the score, you better get your rank up
You get some chains, n*ggas start to change up
Pull up button, rrr, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
She get to shakin' her ass like baow
Shoot up that trap, n*ggas start runnin' out (b*tch)
I know some killers, the East, the West, the South, had n*ggas screamin' out, "Ouch"
Don't wanna scratch, hit up that crib, we had them bullets flyin' through the couch
Shake that ass, shawty
Better get in your bag, shawty
Oh, you in your bag, shawty
He in his bag hardly (b*tch)