Rounds

[intro]
C'mon ( Hey , fuck you mane )
Bow , Pussy c'mon ( Who put this thing together, Me that's who, Do I Trust Nobody ) Get down

[Chorus]
( This Is A Certified Hood Classic )
I Hop in That whip then took off ( Took off )
Niggas Ain't Gang niggas be soft ( At all)
Nigga Talking crazy ' Nigga watch ya Mouth ( Watch ya mouth)
Keep on Talking crazy We will Send sum rounds ( Blat!)
Bullets Comin fast nigga get down ( C'mere )
Hit em in the leg make him get down ( Where, you going )
If you ain't gang can't come around ( Huh)
Nigga want smoke, how the hell you sound? , Yea I'm with the truce and we gun shit down ( Walk down )
Finna Face the Blood walk his ass down , Tryna take my flow but got my own sound ( leh do it )
Playin fake spinning he don't Shoot no rounds, Tryna get the hint shall I walk him down
[?] on the loose Can't stop em now , Exotic Glocks no rеgular sound

[Verse]
Shout out my Truce we gon Gun em down ( Blat )
Say hе Want Smoke Now we in his Town
Comfort that Glock Slidin thru his town, Heen outside heen in this town Hanging out dat window tryna send sum rounds ( C'mon )
He was talking crazy I can't Spair him now ( at all )
They ain't even here let me sit down , We gon take him down if he got a pound ( bitch )
Nigga get me hat yea I want it now ( right now )
Why he got that blick he don't shoot no rounds ( At all)
Niggas dick riding tryna hang around ( what )
Yea I'm with the truce sliding thru his town
Tryna get on them feet's run his ass down, Why he say he spinning he don't shoot no rounds? ( blaw ) (Why he say he spinning he don't shoot no rounds)

[Chorus ]
I Hop in That whip then took off ( Took off )
Niggas Ain't Gang niggas be soft ( At all)
Nigga Talking crazy ' Nigga watch ya Mouth ( Watch ya mouth)
Keep on Talking crazy We will Send sum rounds ( Blat!)
Bullets Comin fast nigga get down ( C'mere )
Hit em in the leg make him get down ( Where, you going )
If you ain't gang can't come around ( Huh)
Nigga want smoke, how the hell you sound? , Yea I'm with the truce and we gun shit down ( Walk down )
Finna Face the Blood walk his ass down , Tryna take my flow but got my own sound ( leh do it )
Playin fake spinning he don't Shoot no rounds, Tryna get the
Hint shall I walk him down ( ya, C'mon )
[?] on the loose Can't stop em now , Exotic Glocks no regular sound ( At all )