Chief Keef, Fredo Santana - Round Em Up lyrics

Keith Farrelle Cozart

[Chief Keef, Fredo Santana - Round Em Up lyrics]

Bang, bang, bang, bang bang 2, bitch
Sosa, bitch o'Block
Bang, bang

I be high as fuck, racked up, mounted up
You lie and stuff
I go down to the mall and I buy it all
My homeboys, I buy it all, X6 is mounted up
Racks up in my pocket and you
Know these bitches rounded up
Fuck niggas frowned up
But we don’t care, we round 'em up
Knock them down like dominoes
Bullets shoot, they fly and stuff
Please don't challenge us
We shoot up your Challenger
We the squad, hammered up
We too busy turning it up

Assassins blasting
I make this money fly and shit
It's looking like magic
Chief Sosa not average
I call up Tray Savage
You get robbed for your karats
Going at me, that’s embarrassing
My boys send you to Neverland
And they keep them TECs in hand
While Chief Sosa keep checks in hand
This money I’m inheriting
You slow like promethazine
I love getting off promethazine
Earth OG and Swishers
It keep me in the heaven land
I love getting off promethazine
Earth OG and Swishers
It keep me in the heaven land

I be high as fuck, racked up, mounted up
You lie and stuff
I go down to the mall and I buy it all
My homeboys, I buy it all, X6 is mounted up
Racks up in my pocket and you
Know these bitches rounded up
Fuck niggas frowned up
But we don’t care, we round 'em up
Knock them down like dominoes
Bullets shoot, they fly and stuff
Please don't challenge us
We shoot up your Challenger
We the squad, hammered up
We too busy turning it up

Fredo in the cut, hell, that’s a scary sight
Play with us, you lose your life
We take your life, not thinking twice
Fuck with us, you die tonight
All we do is carry pipes
You ain’t with the shit, well, god damn
You live a scary life
High as fuck, dump it up
Ridin' 'round in Beamer trucks
Problem with us? We up them poles
Then fucking shoot your momma up
Ball hard, my dollars up
Rep my set, I throw it up
Who is you? Can’t roll with us
We don’t fuck with fuck niggas
Hell nah, that ain’t us gBE my squad I trust
Big guns, rocket stuff
We shooting shit, dropping stuff
Bad bitches topping us
3Hunna gang, no stopping us
Bad bitches topping us
3Hunna gang, no stopping us

I be high as fuck, racked up, mounted up
You lie and stuff
I go down to the mall and I buy it all
My homeboys, I buy it all, X6 is mounted up
Racks up in my pocket and you
Know these bitches rounded up
Fuck niggas frowned up
But we don’t care, we round 'em up
Knock them down like dominoes
Bullets shoot, they fly and stuff
Please don't challenge us
We shoot up your Challenger
We the squad, hammered up
We too busy turning it up

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