round 8 lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here (bye)
n*gga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here (I don't take orders from losers)
n*gga, why you try me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here
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n*gga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here
Yo' b*tch keep on eyein me, I'mma make her disappear
n*gga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here
Yo' b*tch keep on eyein me, I'mma make her disappear

Took yo ho, I promise she ain't goin' back, no
I was all up in yo' trap, through the back door (archangel)

[Verse]
Took yo ho, I promise she ain't goin' back, no
I was all up in yo' trap, through thе back door
I was posted in Chiraq with [?]
Tryna' get a bag, I'm cookin' gas stove
Shе ain't f*ckin' wit' me, she say I'm a as*h*le
I ain't worried bout yo' b*tch, I'm worried bout the bags, though
Bet she still suck me up, just like she a black hole
I could flex up on yo' b*tch, but I ain't wanna brag though
In the function, talk a lot, I just think she want my number
In the function, talk a lot, I just think she want my number
In the function, talk a lot, I just think she want my number
I don't even got a spot on my roster for another
f*ck it, I might have to cop, I can't promise I'mma love her
So I passed the ho, I put her [?] triple double
n*gga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here
n*gga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here
n*gga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here
Yo' b*tch keep on eyein me, I'mma make her disappear
In my room, she gon' reappear
Boy, don't pull up to the trap if you won't bring no weed in here
Boy, don't pull up to the trap, n*gga, you don't got a bank
Let a big 'ol Glock eat his f*ckin' face
n*gga, we got guns, we don't run no fades
Keep on sendin' all them shots, I'm on round 8 (round 8)
Took a ho, I promise she ain't goin' back, no
I was all up in yo' trap, through the back door
I was posted in Chiraq with [?]
Tryna' get a bag, I'm cookin' gas stove
She ain't f*ckin' wit' me, she say I'mma as*h*le
I ain't worried bout yo' b*tch, I'm worried bout the bags, though
Bet she still suck me up just like she a black hole
I could flex up on yo' b*tch, but I ain't- (Type: Lumina)

Comin' way too calm, I gotta cut y'all n*ggas off again
Some y'all n*ggas gained a ego just 'cause y'all be – friends
Some y'all n*ggas gained a ego just 'cause y'all be -
Some y'all n*ggas-
Some y'all n*ggas gained a ego just 'cause y'all be – (Who do you think you are?)

Some y'all n*ggas idiots, y'all conscious must be paper thin
All this money just keep comin' in
Where the f*ck yo' figures at? Damn, I cannot find that sh*t
My b*tch like a model ten, yo b*tch like a five or six
I can pull up to New York and f*ck the finest b*tch
Yo' ass pull up to New York and you start tryin' sh*t (You disgust me)
Y'all boy go out bad, I can't go out sad (You disgust me)
All that money that you n*ggas really thought y'all had (You disgust me)
I can make some money with just pen and a lil' pad (You disgust me)
b*tch, I'm on round 8, y'all n*ggas need to check y'all stats (You disgust me)

(You disgust me)
(x4)