Round Em Up

Oh yall think yall robbers
My niggas robbing your robbers
My niggas killing your killers
I ain't in no coupe I hop out that four door like a gorilla
I heard that that boy did this and that he we still realer
We the type to fuck and give her back cause we don't feel her
We might hit the spot slide through the back I'm here with dealers
If they try us here then we might turn the scene up into thriller
Twin Drake it don't sing like Drake it sing like Bryson Tiller
I feel just like Kodak how I'm focused on my skrilla

Smoking OG feel like OJ cause I'm smoking killer
Plotting on revenge they did me dirty I remember
We might catch them out and send it up
Usually I chill but as of lately I don't give a fuck
Pour some Henny up
With my niggas acting up
My lil cuz was bussing juugs in a Acura
Klemmy put this shit together it start adding up
Now this girl want me to come and spend a bag on her
You know that Lil Semi could not ever spend no cash on her
Ouu I heard they mad at us
Got extended mags with us
I had told my momma ain't nobody toe tagging us
I'm gone always win up in the end like a protagonist
UG slides up in the stu and I'm gone glide in them
Always riding with my team and I'm gone die with them
Reunite I'm with fam I'm in the sky with them
I pray I don't go to hell but if I do I guess I'm gone fry with them
I cannot fabricate my life why would I lie to them
I'm with another nigga bitch and she gone lie to them
I like they pic up on the gram just like I'm proud of them
She asking if I'm up in town that mean I'm pounding her
Ben Franklin calling me right now I heard the sound of them
I let my dogs up off that lease and they start hounding them
They tried to ride up on my wave and it start drowning them
Can't pay no attention to no pussy nigga I'm counting up

Round em up
Round em up
Round em up



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy K Bankston Jr.
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