Around it lyrics

[Intro]
(Haha)

[Chrous]
Yeah, b-big ass Glock in my hand, you want war, then I'm 'bout it (Then I'm 'bout it)
Say you want smoke with G-L-O, that n*gga shot it (Shot my n*ggas)
Yeah, two more racks, I let the money counter count it (The money counter)
I was lost but somehow I had went and found it (I had went and found it)
Heard some sh*t before, no way they get around it (No way to get around it)
I-I'm not rizzing your ho, she be getting manic
Oh, yeah, pop a G6 in the studio, I can't even feel my face (Feel my face)
You ain't ever seen an ARP, Gen-5, or Baby Drac' (Baby Drac')

[Verse]
Shoot that boy, we take that n*gga down, sh*t was a piece of cake
I swear some my hoes ain't playing around, just stay up out the way
I won't talk around these n*ggas, they repeating what I say
The way these n*ggas di*k ride, I'm starting to think these n*ggas gay
I saw n*ggas go that way, so I had went the other way
B-brand new pack just came in, I just smoked a P the other day
She want me to come save her life but, b*tch, I do not wear a cape
If a n*gga try to take my life, on God, we send shots to the face
Brand new [?], I'm back on the 'Gram
When I shoot this b*tch, get smoked like a vape
I don't give a f*ck what a n*gga talkin' 'bout
I'ma see me a reason, I'm finna go take
Thirty milligram Oxy' in my body, think I'm racin'
I've been moving 'round, I keep with my Glocky, let it spray
Why these n*ggas always copy? They can't never make they wave
All these chains around my neck, b*tch, I feel like a f*cking slave
n*gga play inside this b*tch, we shoot sh*t just like 2K
They like, "Oh, you tryna get rich?" Count these racks up, yeah, today
I don't mind my b*tch heart, but I got racks so it's okay
This ho think shes so smart, she just wan' f*ck me for the fam
Got a big ah hundred round for n*ggas speaking on my name
You try take something from the guys, you gotta charge that to the game
[Chrous]
Yeah, b-big ass Glock in my hand, you want war, then I'm 'bout it
Say you want smoke with G-L-O, that n*gga shot it
Yeah, two more racks, I let the money counter count it
Yeah, b-big ass Glock in my hand, you want war, then I'm 'bout it (Then I'm 'bout it)
Say you want smoke with G-L-O, that n*gga shot it (Shot my n*ggas)
Yeah, two more racks, I let the money counter count it (The money counter)
I was lost but somehow I had went and found it (I had went and found it)
Heard some sh*t before, no way they get around it (No way to get around it)
I-I'm not rizzing your ho, she be getting manic
Oh, yeah, pop a G6 in the studio, I can't even feel my face (Feel my face)
You ain't ever seen an ARP, Gen-5, or Baby Drac' (Baby Drac')

[Outro]
Piece of cake (Cake)