Round Here - T.Y., La Rizzle

Like doing magic

It’s real in that field when yo' ass ain’t got a ratchet

Before you go with yo' move, think about that action

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

You tryn' check something round here, gon' test your luck

I’m the same nigga who stayed down but now I came up

I got something nasty with a drum on it in the back of the truck

Posted in traffic, move on me and I’m backing you up

Me and Rex were paper chasing not giving a fuck

Bout these hoes, show 'em no love they can’t get shit from us

Yea I’m a Uptown nigga living violent as fuck

I would give you the game but you probably fuck that shit up

I don’t trust these niggas like I don’t trust these hoes

I ride around in my Chevy with my K fully loaded

If I said it I done it you could believe that shit

If she said she ain’t suck my dick don’t you believe that bitch

How you broke and comfortable with that?

explain that shit

All these niggas juiced up I’m bout to drain that shit

Imma keep on gettin' to it till they free the B. G

And when that day come Imma really turn to a beast

See these young niggas round here (round here)

Really bout that action they’ll make you disappear (bye)

Like doing magic

It’s real in that field when yo' ass ain’t got a ratchet

Before you go with yo' move, think about that action

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

Bitch boy tryna flex up better get the fuck before I wet him up

Step it up might shoot him down if (?) with us go and pick him up

All around them messy hoes nigga talkin' bout what he gon' do me

40 Glock extended clip feel like this bitch won’t stop shooting

Dumb shit my niggas wit' that, shoot niggas I did that

Tryn check ya man and I fuck him up stop acting you ain’t get that

No sympathy just manslaughter

Black dresses and fresh flowers

Handguns and automatics, body armor and man power

Hol up might roll up but holes in ya like donuts

Nigga try and check me bout a stanky bitch but I’m down back and she tore up

Put holes in ya like luke, nigga all my hoes been cute

And any nigga tryna check to me nigga all my bros gon' shoot

All my niggas on go, all my niggas they ready

Brass knuckles and handguns, banana clip, machete

Can’t face them consequences don’t go with your move then

Pussy nigga move over a real one gon' move in

See these young niggas round here (round here)

Really bout that action they’ll make you disappear (bye)

Like doing magic

It’s real in that field when yo' ass ain’t got a ratchet

Before you go with yo' move, think about that action

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain’t got happen