Chief Keef - Rounds lyrics

D-Moe, go get the pounds Tadoe, go get the rounds Aye b**h, it's going down Lot of bullets going round, and round, and round I'm off a flat I feel tall, and strong That b**h gon' go click-clack boom It's an elephant in the f**ing room Make some room, 'fore you make the tomb b**h I'm off a Xanax, a damn flat, and damn thrax Come through your block shooting at your damn head like gratata, duh luh duh Then pull off like skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr Then I blow the smoke up off my Ruger too Remember when I didn't even know a p**y was, nah I'ma p**nstar, f** your thot, she going hard And she's a freak, b**h You know me, b**h I'm from across the street, b**h With that heat, b**h Ready to catch a oppa, aye Shoot him in his toppa, aye He gon' need a doctor And a helicopter, aye Just bought a gun, it go grrata Put thirty in my Glocka, aye A hundred in my choppa, aye I name my choppa Flocka And I can't eat no lobster, I eat steak Pull up on you then pulled off, andale Coming down the pole like Lil B mob Smoking so much dope, it damn near hurt my heart Shooting at that damn chain, yo damn brain Because you thought that I was a damn lame Named that baby Mac Kim K, like Kanye And he hit a homerun like Sammy, I'm Sosa And I got my toaster And I will blow it at your head and your shoulder, over, O-V-A My gun dominican like Noreaga Walk in the damn spot and I don't see paper I'll be like ha, see you later (alligator) I'm climbing trees and running up, escalator I'm off this dope, feel like an elevator Elevating to the hundredth floor I need to get a hundred mo' mill, just to chill Put my feet up, smoke reefer loud, with my nina And Tadoe, with my bankroll And ManeMane4CG You know me from the old Chief Keef I was out there, it was war a piece Walk in every block, know it's me With my pistol, ready to get you Smoke your p**y a** like a Swisher, lil n***a (Front Street, man)