Slu & B-Thermal - Rounds (feat. 828trig) Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Put it all on me
Keep them rounds on me
Never fall round me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ima catch you when you slip
I might open up the clip
I don't talk I let it rip
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it all on me
Keep them rounds on me
Never fall round me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got the rounds on me
I had the pounds last week
Then I flew out South Beach
Yeah
I'm tryna sip low key
I got the drip on me
I got the drip on me
Yeah
I wanna hop in the coupe and just ride out
Blunt after blunt on the way to the hideout
Fishtail that bitch and whip it sideways
F*ck you to police on the highway
Smell me coming and my eyes glazed
F*ck that shit I do it my way
Yeah
I'm feeling lonely
In the booth act like nobody know me
Yeah
Why they tryna hold me
I got power don't let no man control me
Yeah
I go crazy
I see these other rappers swear they getting lazy
Yeah
I can't take no break
Hit the gas, that's the only thing I make, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why they tryna act like they can do it when they can't
Used to laugh at me but now I'm laughing to the bank
Everyone that doubted, yeah, I'm changing what they think
I ain't hit empty, got a lot more in the tank
Let them talk a lot, they never say it to my face
I never had nothing now it's steak up on my plate
I don't ask permission if I want it Ima take
Ima take, yeah, yeah
Its Trig
I don't ask permission if I want it Ima take
Tried to show my love but I just can't cause they all fake
Now I hit Ruth Chris for calamari with the steak
Neiman's for the day, 600 wrapped around my waist, aye
Just bought a crib with my partners, next one I buy gonna be right on the lake
Caution just give me my space
My dogs gotta ride, it's all on they face
My mind on the race
Designer my lace
These backwoods get faced, it's packed with a eighth
You get erased, gone with no trace
Coughing at the bank, I'm allergic to hate
But I gotta ball today, aye
Pass round the chardonnay, aye
Feel like Penny Hardaway
Been stabbed in the back with the sharpest blade, aye
So no one can I trust, all my best counting up
I can't be no runner-up, yeah, yeah, yeah
These boys they running outta luck
So much ice I need a puck
They be capping they all sus, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it all on me
Keep them rounds on me
Never fall round me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ima catch you when you slip
I might open up the clip
I don't talk I let it rip
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it all on me
Keep them rounds on me
Never fall round me
Yeah, yeah, yeah