CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Wit My Rounds
(AceTheFace)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm with Q, but we ain't foolin' 'round, ho
Ayy, ayy (Ron-Ron, do that sh*t)
I'm with Q, but we ain't foolin' 'round, ho (b*t*h)
And I'm with my rounds, totin' rounds, move around, bro
You the plug, holdin' pounds, take you down, bro
You give her hugs, I give her d**k, give her rounds, bro (Give her d**k)
I'm with Q, but we ain't foolin' 'round, ho (Foolin' 'round, b*t*h)
And I'm with my rounds, totin' rounds, move around, bro (Got them rounds, b*t*h)
You the plug, holdin' pounds, take you down, bro
You give her hugs, I give her d**k, give her rounds, bro
I keep a weapon, never second guessing (Damn)
Where my lawyer at? (b*t*h), I don't answer questions
My white b*t*h come in town, she like, "Q, where that boy at?"
He was playin' with the ransom, so that man ain't get his boy back (b*t*h)
I was spinnin' bends, you was goin' on a joyride
Why they sayin' they ain't never seen your ass since your boy died?
A gallon of that PCP, I hit it with that fluoride
A n***a try to shoot at me, I bet the whole hood slide
Killed my first n***a, I'm like, "Damn, I could do this sh*t" (Hundred Round Goon)
FBI give me a case, I'ma lay, I ain't new to this
I just caught a hundred plates off the face, I'm so true to this (I'm so true to this)
If them crackers ever let me out, I bet I break the rules again
I hit all my targets
I'm wrappin' up coke and you workin' at Target
Air out your folks, all our guns, they the largest
AR and scope got me shootin' the farthest
Stealin' my flow, I am shootin' your father (Rich Shoota)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm with Q, but we ain't foolin' 'round, ho
Ayy, ayy (Ron-Ron, do that sh*t)
I'm with Q, but we ain't foolin' 'round, ho (b*t*h)
And I'm with my rounds, totin' rounds, move around, bro
You the plug, holdin' pounds, take you down, bro
You give her hugs, I give her d**k, give her rounds, bro (Give her d**k)
I'm with Q, but we ain't foolin' 'round, ho (Foolin' 'round, b*t*h)
And I'm with my rounds, totin' rounds, move around, bro (Got them rounds, b*t*h)
You the plug, holdin' pounds, take you down, bro
You give her hugs, I give her d**k, give her rounds, bro
I keep a weapon, never second guessing (Damn)
Where my lawyer at? (b*t*h), I don't answer questions
My white b*t*h come in town, she like, "Q, where that boy at?"
He was playin' with the ransom, so that man ain't get his boy back (b*t*h)
I was spinnin' bends, you was goin' on a joyride
Why they sayin' they ain't never seen your ass since your boy died?
A gallon of that PCP, I hit it with that fluoride
A n***a try to shoot at me, I bet the whole hood slide
Killed my first n***a, I'm like, "Damn, I could do this sh*t" (Hundred Round Goon)
FBI give me a case, I'ma lay, I ain't new to this
I just caught a hundred plates off the face, I'm so true to this (I'm so true to this)
If them crackers ever let me out, I bet I break the rules again
I hit all my targets
I'm wrappin' up coke and you workin' at Target
Air out your folks, all our guns, they the largest
AR and scope got me shootin' the farthest
Stealin' my flow, I am shootin' your father (Rich Shoota)
