Round Me (feat. Drumma Boy, 8 Ball & MJG) - Young Buck

Okay okay okay I won't change for shit And I tie my shoes up will not trip bout a bitch It's enough he acting Okay again I say, I will not change for shit And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a bitch Oh, it's enough, he acting tough, pass shots out like a fifth I glued my foot to that gas ain't trying to stop for shit You can't even pay for my bitch, ain't got enough expenses Is he a shooter, or a killer, you got to know the difference Baby I be trying to mind my business, I don't know them n***as All these drugs if I die, I don't think They want my kidneys All these n***as kitty, bitches they just good for bitchin Fuck the net, boy, log offline and go hop on your business Milly your block with chops, I'm on feet now, I was out the window Bitch don't touch me, most you doing is giving my dick a hickey Uh Uh Uh Fuck is that bitch is that my whole city wicked Y'all is not steppers, y'all whole crew full of paralyzed bitches Bitch, now, where did I go wrong I had NFL dreams, but thirteen I was running in homes God can be my witness, your shit unlocked and you wasn't at home Son, how the fuck u get all them damn shoes, these from my Bros That's what I told her, devil on my shoulder I ain't living right, hug Ray Ray tight when I hold her Mama baby hold his own, I'm thugging how I'm post to Before you run off I'm gone walk up, thought I told you I Thought I told you Before you run off I'm gone walk up I thought I told you You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run Bitch I thought I told you, we in them mini vans wit drums If I said then I mean it, if that shit came off my tongue This shit personal before I kill him take off my mask and my gloves n***as Seen him on the remembrance page "aha" I just struggled n***as Scrolled past but really wanted to comment fuck that, fuck n***as Then I called n***as that put him on there like "what up" n***as Say we rappers, like the Opps, don't know n***as we touched n***as Shoot any where, I don't care, rapper who, rapper where Stepped in Givenchy, black Air Force activity don't make grab a pair Why you say you shot at me, you see me you clapped the air Know I rep that bird, but sorry I'm not up there, it's stuck there Play I up the Kay, dump and spray, now I'm up Up The Way, making jokes with Ray Laughing at that pussy boy bout how he tried to run away He tried to run away but he couldn't get away Bitch

Get 'em Buck! Ok! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin' The kush on the way and the champagne frozen Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open I'm ridin' presidential like the shit that I'm smokin' Water with the work, Petrom on my shirt And a zip ain't shit, I need a quarter P of Purp Gon' break it down, pass it all around I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown Them dope boys in this bitch like, "Let me buy that" Broke niggas in this bitch like, "Let me try that" I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go They can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Let's play the game, I'm the quarterback (don't stop, homey) I go to jail if I get sacked (so block for me) Eight-ball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin' Got the whole club leanin' with it, and body rockin' Drunk drivin' in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked Seventy-Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?! I'm homeboy, holla at ya homeboy Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy First come first serve, fuck what ya heard I'm piecin' out my pack 'til I come up on a bird Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin' on these hoes They know me at the bank, love me at the jewelry stores I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go (I bet he got a vest) no, but I got my tech though Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Yeah, you know what it is How we do the damn thang down here, nigga What you workin' with? Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club Throwin' your rent money, be broke in the mornin' Have us laughin' at ya broke ass, yeah Where my dope boys at? Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god-damn money! Hey! Let's go!