Rounds lyrics

[Intro]
Jefe!
GG!

[Hook]
I be with my rounds
We be smoking off the pound, n*gga
Play with me it's going down
Better keep your rounds, n*gga
Hottest n*gga in the town
Got a bad b*tch and she brown
It's about to go down
I'm sorry baby girl you can't lounge

[Verse 1]
I'd rather kick it with my rounds
We be blowing out the pound
Club pay me ten thou'
Just to come stand on the couch
Send my n*ggas to your house
Wipe him out
He going run his mouth
Clear the back room and hit the couch
Bring me back his kids and his spouse
b*tch only want drama
I should've listened to my mama
Riding with the llama
I'm trying to see who want drama, n*gga
Chickens in my Honda
Bet you never met the farmer
All I f*ck is Rihannas
And Keke Palmers, n*gga
[Hook]
I be with my rounds
We be smoking off the pound, n*gga
Play with me it's going down
Better keep your rounds, n*gga
Hottest n*gga in the town
Got a bad b*tch and she brown
It's about to go down
I'm sorry baby girl you can't lounge

[Verse 2]
Ooh that pus*y so good
Yeah she got that Meagan Good
Baddest b*tch in my hood
Give me head while I hit the backwood
I can f*ck all your b*tches if i want to
On Allah, I made a half a mil this summer
Swerving in a G like master P up in a Hummer
Glizzy got the thunder
Run up on me I'mma gun you (BOOM)
I don't need nobody
Black John Gotti with the sawed off shotty
Keep it right beside me
Let a n*gga try me
I'mma beam his ass right up like Scotty
Sometimes I ride in my big, big body
b*tch get inside it
Get so excited
b*tch get trifling
Took her to an island
You know we flew private
Shout out to the pilot
(AW!)

[Hook x3]
I be with my rounds
We be smoking off the pound, n*gga
Play with me it's going down
Better keep your rounds, n*gga
Hottest n*gga in the town
Got a bad b*tch and she brown
It's about to go down
I'm sorry baby girl you can't lounge