rounds - luhbrod7 lyrics
[intro]
c’mon ( hey , f*ck you mane )
bow , p*ssy c’mon ( who put this thing together, me that’s who, do i trust n0body ) get down
[chorus]
( this is a certified hood classic )
i hop in that whip then took off ( took off )
n*ggas ain’t gang n*ggas be soft ( at all)
n*gga talking crazy ‘ n*gga watch ya mouth ( watch ya mouth)
keep on talking crazy we will send sum rounds ( blat!)
bullets comin fast n*gga 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)
n*gga want smoke, how the h*ll you sound? , yea i’m with the truce and we gun sh*t 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 ( b*tch )
n*gga get me hat yea i want it now ( right now )
why he got that bl!ck he don’t shoot no rounds ( at all)
n*ggas d*ck 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 )
n*ggas ain’t gang n*ggas be soft ( at all)
n*gga talking crazy ‘ n*gga watch ya mouth ( watch ya mouth)
keep on talking crazy we will send sum rounds ( blat!)
bullets comin fast n*gga 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)
n*gga want smoke, how the h*ll you sound? , yea i’m with the truce and we gun sh*t 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 )
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