Round N Round
Every time I helped a n***a that shit set me backwards
You used to be that n***a but you fell off damn what happen
Im just trynna add these digits up they went subtracting
I can't let these n****s run shit im running right past em
Like who gon hold me up, 2 Os or less tryn slow me up, tryn slow me up
Like who gon hold me up, 2 Os or less tryn slow me up, tryn slow me up
Ain't no way ya dog a snake you in a way and give up answers
I get pissed if ion get bread I might just throw a temper tantrum
I aint scared about no outcome I took risk and fucked up chances
Found another way to get it I can't cap I always chance it
Momma want me work a 9-5
instead I'm on a backstreet it say 30 I whip 95
My bitch tryn fuck me and I can't cuz I'm to fucking high
Im just tryn balance out my lows and watch my money rise
You be doing all the extra shit knowing it aint necessary
Came in and I fucked the game up I hit this bitch missionary
Crackers tryn target on me who said I can't make it here
I done beat like every odd but somehow this shit still unfair
All that hating aint even work I swear it only gave me reasons
I done got the truth through the grapevine I aint even tryn believe it
Seen my dog get hit up im just glad that he still breathing
Lean in the morning pray a n***a gon make it to the evening
(Round and round)
Go head and spin it, (Round and round)
Fast car no limit, (Round and round)
Corner drifting, (Round and round)
Im on lets get it, (Round and round)
My head on swivel, (Round and round)
I bumped and peep her nodding, (Round and round)
She say she off a lil
I done boost them doses, I done boost my focus
Late night having sex, wake up drink mimosa
Damn near at that edge don't push me any closer
They done set me back, im stepping like im spose too, woah
Every time I helped a n***a that shit set me backwards
You used to be that n***a but you fell off damn what happen
Im just trynna add these digits up they went subtracting
I can't let these n****s run shit im running right past em
Like who gon hold me up, 2 Os or less tryn slow me up, tryn slow me up
Like who gon hold me up, 2 Os or less tryn slow me up, tryn slow me up
(Round and round)
You used to be that n***a but you fell off damn what happen
Im just trynna add these digits up they went subtracting
I can't let these n****s run shit im running right past em
Like who gon hold me up, 2 Os or less tryn slow me up, tryn slow me up
Like who gon hold me up, 2 Os or less tryn slow me up, tryn slow me up
Ain't no way ya dog a snake you in a way and give up answers
I get pissed if ion get bread I might just throw a temper tantrum
I aint scared about no outcome I took risk and fucked up chances
Found another way to get it I can't cap I always chance it
Momma want me work a 9-5
instead I'm on a backstreet it say 30 I whip 95
My bitch tryn fuck me and I can't cuz I'm to fucking high
Im just tryn balance out my lows and watch my money rise
You be doing all the extra shit knowing it aint necessary
Came in and I fucked the game up I hit this bitch missionary
Crackers tryn target on me who said I can't make it here
I done beat like every odd but somehow this shit still unfair
All that hating aint even work I swear it only gave me reasons
I done got the truth through the grapevine I aint even tryn believe it
Seen my dog get hit up im just glad that he still breathing
Lean in the morning pray a n***a gon make it to the evening
(Round and round)
Go head and spin it, (Round and round)
Fast car no limit, (Round and round)
Corner drifting, (Round and round)
Im on lets get it, (Round and round)
My head on swivel, (Round and round)
I bumped and peep her nodding, (Round and round)
She say she off a lil
I done boost them doses, I done boost my focus
Late night having sex, wake up drink mimosa
Damn near at that edge don't push me any closer
They done set me back, im stepping like im spose too, woah
Every time I helped a n***a that shit set me backwards
You used to be that n***a but you fell off damn what happen
Im just trynna add these digits up they went subtracting
I can't let these n****s run shit im running right past em
Like who gon hold me up, 2 Os or less tryn slow me up, tryn slow me up
Like who gon hold me up, 2 Os or less tryn slow me up, tryn slow me up
(Round and round)
Credits
Writer(s): Preston Pina
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