Round Em Up
RT TRAP ON THE BEAT
Ya-ya-Yhupp
(Aye oh)
I'm coming live straight out the gutter
Ain't nothing on the bread but butter (Oh)
Two pieces of bread The left got jiffy
And the right got smuckers (Aye aye oh)
I like her She like her
We might as well like each other (Aye aye oh)
And what I want to do
Shit Ahhhhhhh
My mind in the gutter
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Damn)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yae)
Round up the money Round up the hoes
Don't turn me into a smuggler (Nah)
Dropping a load Copping it all
I'll buy the whole store for my brothers
Do anything for all of my sisters
Automatic it's going to pops and my mother
Racks money lover (Racks)
I stay getting the dividends up (Racks)
Cant keep looking back at the past
I still don't know where I'll end up (Racks)
If I'm bouta be in second
Ain't no way ima give the win up (Un-huh)
If I'm bouta be in second
Ima hold my head and chin up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Damn)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Damn)
Run up the guns and run up the load (run it)
If I kill somebody nobody a know
I'm not gon' run and tell nobody
You know like I know how this is gone go (yeah)
I know they gone tell
I know that they snitching
I know that they told
Dad be crying yo momma be crying
Cause you ain't coming home
Get ready to slumber that brother gone
My phone on do not disturb
That's why I ain't picking up my phone (aye oh)
Don't become that victim
Cause yo death will not be long (oh)
Smoking on some good got me high as fuck
I don't blow out the bong (aye aye oh)
I smoke on some good
I just rolled up some Cheeng Chong (aye aye oh)
You keep fucking around with me
Ima blow yo fucking dome (Yae)
I'ma send you home (Yae)
Im'a send you home (Yae)
(Yes I'ma send you home yeah)
Home
And ima send you to the devil like hail satan
I'ma smoke some good smoke that fire
What you saying
And I'm fucking hot
Bitch I'm hail satan
(Hey)
Bitch I'm hail satan
(Hey)
Bitch I'm hail satan
Ya-ya-Yhupp
(Aye oh)
I'm coming live straight out the gutter
Ain't nothing on the bread but butter (Oh)
Two pieces of bread The left got jiffy
And the right got smuckers (Aye aye oh)
I like her She like her
We might as well like each other (Aye aye oh)
And what I want to do
Shit Ahhhhhhh
My mind in the gutter
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Damn)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yae)
Round up the money Round up the hoes
Don't turn me into a smuggler (Nah)
Dropping a load Copping it all
I'll buy the whole store for my brothers
Do anything for all of my sisters
Automatic it's going to pops and my mother
Racks money lover (Racks)
I stay getting the dividends up (Racks)
Cant keep looking back at the past
I still don't know where I'll end up (Racks)
If I'm bouta be in second
Ain't no way ima give the win up (Un-huh)
If I'm bouta be in second
Ima hold my head and chin up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Damn)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Yeah)
Round em up (Damn)
Run up the guns and run up the load (run it)
If I kill somebody nobody a know
I'm not gon' run and tell nobody
You know like I know how this is gone go (yeah)
I know they gone tell
I know that they snitching
I know that they told
Dad be crying yo momma be crying
Cause you ain't coming home
Get ready to slumber that brother gone
My phone on do not disturb
That's why I ain't picking up my phone (aye oh)
Don't become that victim
Cause yo death will not be long (oh)
Smoking on some good got me high as fuck
I don't blow out the bong (aye aye oh)
I smoke on some good
I just rolled up some Cheeng Chong (aye aye oh)
You keep fucking around with me
Ima blow yo fucking dome (Yae)
I'ma send you home (Yae)
Im'a send you home (Yae)
(Yes I'ma send you home yeah)
Home
And ima send you to the devil like hail satan
I'ma smoke some good smoke that fire
What you saying
And I'm fucking hot
Bitch I'm hail satan
(Hey)
Bitch I'm hail satan
(Hey)
Bitch I'm hail satan
Credits
Writer(s): Christain Riley
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