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Round Here

by BEEZ

on Hey Tomorrow (2016)

[Verse 1]
I'm in this bitch fixing to break shit
I'm in this bitch fixing to break shit
I got a whip and my dash dumb
Feel like I'm driving a spaceship
They try to play me like I wouldn't make it
And now I ain't nothing to play with
I feel like Jordan in Game 6
I do not fuck with that lame shit
I only live by my own rules
Dawg, I be busting them dope moves
High as hell on a cloud, man, I feel like Goku
Driving fast, switching lanes, park the car, hop up out it
Getting money, yeah I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, like Master P
When they talk about the best, you better mention me
It ain't a mystery, I don't let the bullshit get to me
I don't love these hoes, that's against the code
Dick the only thing a bitch get from me
I know all my old hoes sick of me
'Cause every time they look I'm on a different screen
I ain't been to sleep in a couple days
'Cause when you on the grind what the fuck is sleep?
One hand on the wheel, other hand on the world
I be going nuts like a squirrel
And I got some money in the bank
Give a fuck what a nigga think, smoking on dank
Trying to get a house in the hills
Trying to get a neck full of gold
I be really out here on the go
Fuck it dawg, it is what it is
I'm just putting on for the crib

[Chorus]
I'm just having fun with it, dawg
I'm the motherfucking man 'round here
And of course I'm only keeping shit a hundred grand 'round here
Fake niggas, y'all can't even stand 'round here
Really I'm the motherfucking man 'round here
And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherfucking band 'round here
Lately I been all about the bands 'round here
I'm just having fun with it, dawg
I'm the motherfucking man 'round here
And of course I'm only keeping shit a hundred grand 'round here
Fake niggas, y'all can't even stand 'round here
Really I'm the motherfucking man 'round here
And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherfucking band 'round here
Lately I been all about the bands 'round here
I'm just having fun with it

[Verse 2]
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
The bitches out here, they be bad as fuck
The niggas who slap on me mad as hell
The niggas who still sleeping mad as well
'Cause, well, the shit I be doing they regular
I got more bars than your cellular
Don't call my phone with that bullshit
You not talking money, just text me
I never sneezed but she blessed me
Niggas all on my wave like a Jet Ski
Used to run from the law with my niggas
[?] saved by the sinner
I eat straight instrumentals for dinner
Charlie Sheen in my jeans, I'm a winner
All of my hoes, man, they DD up
Y'all can't fuck with the kid I call CPS
Take a look at my crib and you'll notice that all of my tellies tubby just like PBS
I'm on my way to the top, I don't need no direction or even need GPS
Niggas can't fuck with me ever, can't fuck with me never
I'm too fucking clever, I'm better don't question it
2-1-9 I got the section lit

[Chorus]
I'm just having fun with it, dawg
I'm the motherfucking man 'round here
And of course I'm only keeping shit a hundred grand 'round here
Fake niggas, y'all can't even stand 'round here
Really I'm the motherfucking man 'round here
And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherfucking band 'round here
Lately I been all about the bands 'round here
I'm just having fun with it, dawg
I'm the motherfucking man 'round here
And of course I'm only keeping shit a hundred grand 'round here
Fake niggas, y'all can't even stand 'round here
Really I'm the motherfucking man 'round here
And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherfucking band 'round here
Lately I been all about the bands 'round here
I'm just having fun with it