Hannon Lane - Get From Round Me lyrics

Get from 'round me Get from 'round me Get from 'round me {Jha Jha's in this muh' f**a) Get from 'round me [Jha Jha] I'm the definition of, half lady half thug Half crazy, half hazey puffin on them d** Half dizzy, half sizzy, sippin' on syzurp Half rich, cuz you kno ya girls a hustla I got my money up, now I can pop sh** Still hit that purple punch, f** a style-Cris' f** from round here, b**h I got a wild clique Thought that you was poppin' off before, what now b**h I'm one up on you hoes, I don't f** wit you hoes Phony b**hes I will DUMP on you hoes I ain't a spotlight chick, I stays on the low Keep my money on my mind and my mind on my dough And I roll right, Dro tight you kno that flow like no other So gutta, You gotta f**in love her They gotta f**in' love her, look how them jeans hug her Playa hatas s** a dick all you co*k s**as [Hook] [Juelz Santana] You don't puff what I puff, get from 'round me You ain't crunk, you a punk, get from 'round me You ain't down to dump when I dump, get from 'round me n***a get from 'round me, n***a get from 'round me [Jha Jha] And if you a phony a** ho, then get from 'round me Broke ain't trickin' no dough, then get from 'round me In my grill tryna pimp up all the Dro, b**h get from 'round me Shawty get from 'round me, shawty get from 'round me [Juelz Santana] Teachers used to down me, teachers used to clown me Now look I'm made, paid, screamin' get from 'round me You wanna learn how to get rich, stick around me If not, get from 'round me, you hot, get from 'round me You eat cheese, talk to cops, get from 'round me Stop, man that's not what's around me (nope) n***as get popped up around me it's not fun around me It's shotguns sround me (bank) Tell a chick if she round me, quick and profoundly If you don't swollow what comes out this dick get from 'round me I'm a pimp, lobster and shrimp, hit the strip and get from 'round me B-b-b-b-b-b**h, get from 'round me [Cam'Ron] Get from 'round me, the Big Apple's boss, get ya apple tossed Come through apple porche, color of apple sauce They hound us surround but don't clown us We on the Greyhound bus wit pounds, get from 'round us [Hook] [Jha Jha] Now when I roll up to the spot you'll know See the escalades wit the spades 24's I'm doin' big thangs, now I got a lot to show I still ain't content homey I gotta get mo' How I know b**hes talk behind my back when they ain't round me Gossip tellin' lies on a chick when they ain't round me Even try and let my man hit when they ain't round me Then act like everything is perfect when they get around me I'm a top notch b**h, you about a piece of sh** Yo net worth is zilch, up yo game a couple bricks I up my game 80%, you can tell by the wrists Went from walkin' everywhere to shotgun in the 6 I'm bout to bomb me a b**h, go Sadaam on a b**h Blow yoself to smitherines, goin' strong on them hits On a high speed paper chase, no time to hesitate Y'all b**hes ain't down, ain't holdin no pounds, get out my f**in' face [Hook]