Shy Glizzy - Rounds lyrics

(Chorus – Shy Glizzy) I be with my rounds We be smoking off the pound, ni**a Play with me it’s going down Better keep your rounds, ni**a Hottest ni**a in the town Got a bad bi**h and she brown It’s about to go down I’m sorry baby girl you can’t lounge (Verse 1 – Shy Glizzy) I’d rather kick it with my rounds We be blowing out the pound Club pay me ten thou Just to come stand on the couch Send my ni**as to your house Wipe him out He going run his mouth Clear the back room and hit the couch Bring me back his kids and his spouse Bi**h only want drama I should’ve listened to my mama Riding with the llama I’m trying to see who want drama, ni**a Chickens in my hummer Bet you never met the farmer All I f**k is Rihannas And Keke Palmers, ni**a (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3) Ooh that pu**y so good Yeah she got that Meagan Good Baddest bi**h in my hood Give me head while I hit the backwood I can f**k all your bi**hes if i want to On Allah, I made a half a mil this summer Swerving in a G like master P up in a hummer Glizzy got the thunder Run up on me I’mma gun you, BOOM I don’t need nobody Black John Gotti with the sawed off shotty Keep it right beside me Let a ni**a try me I’mma beam his a** right up like Scotty Sometimes I ride in my big, big body Bi**h get inside it Get so excited Bi**h get trifling Took her to an island You know we flew private Shout out to the pilot (Repeat Chorus)