Round Here Lyrics

[Chorus]
We don't play that p*ssy shit, round here
All the jewels fully lit, round here
There's child soldiers on the strip around here
You fake as f*ck you don't fit in 'round here
I call it "New Crack City", round here
BK you know I'm Biggie round there
I run my block so I'm not allowed there
Send two booters on a jilly 'round there
And when you're bootin' always keep a round spare
Ain't no mouse, ain't no Mickey round here
Three for twenty-five, six for fifty round here
A opp's a opp, we ain't picky round here
I swear it's like Mogadishu round here
Hungry, starving, they'll stick you round here
Rico and Money Mitch you round here
I go asleep and wake up in a nightmare

[Verse]
I'm a smoke CEO, I'm a big investor
But I still let it ring, make it sing like George Ezra
Got my white from my sheep and my dark came from Leicester
Two squares on the arm and that's a reload selector
And when I sauce and drip I just wanna spill ketchup
My young boys tapped three times like a wrestler
Come to your show and let it shout like a heckler
Said they come to your show, let it shout like a heckler
Like never say never, like you spoke too soon
But Imma never stop trapping till it's cold in June
I got a twos in the microwave, frozen food
I'll put pressure on the block like a open wound How they snitches and they rappers? Man I'm so confused
Heard I get the block jumping like a broken tune
I knew I'd have the last laugh so the joke's on you
Cause I hear real's back in style but it's overdue
Now I'm back in the cut looking silky
She don't want a rapper, said she want a real G
One who's stood smiling, when the judge says "Guilty"
One who stays strapped cah I won't let these ? kill me
Four bootings on the one mash, now it's filthy
Coulda been Aggy B, coulda be Filthy
Three for twenty-five, that was my kinda deal
Now I'm home, man I heard labels really wanna deal me
Shit

[Chorus]
We don't play that p*ssy shit, round here
All the jewels fully lit, round here
There's child soldiers on the strip around here
You fake as f*ck you don't fit in 'round here
They call it "New Crack City", round here
BK you know I'm Biggie round there
I run my block so I'm not allowed there
Send two booters on a jilly 'round there
And when you're bootin' always keep a round spare
Ain't no mouse, ain't no Mickey round here
Three for twenty-five, six for fifty round here
A opp's a opp, we ain't picky round here
I swear it's like Mogadishu round here
Hungry, starving, they'll stick you round here
Rico and Money Mitch you round here
I go asleep and wake up in a nightmare

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