Round Here (feat. Giggs)

Whip it in the house, whip it in the flats

Whip it on the side, whip it in my lap

The **** didn't rate little **** raps

Or if it isn't H, if it isn't Skrapz

Whip a little tape, ****, look at that

Whip a little cape, whip a cookie batch

I could teach you little **** how to cook a pack

Seven racks, my little ****, where your bookings at?

Whip, whip, whip it, ****, whip, whip it

I got sick, sick **** and my bitch wicked

Brought them back stage quick, I gave them six tickets

About the cut the pussy up, she call the dick scissors

Bitch bent over, say my dick's biggest

Then she span the pussy on me, made my dick dizzy

Gotta shout XL out for them six digits

Now I do this shit myself, I'm building sick bridges

Observe them ****, I got that third eye

I've got worthy ****, they know I earned mine

Turn them triggers and let them birds cry

Man will burn them ****, we're hitting birds eye

Sick, sick **** and a sick rapper

This is big bad holler man and big Skrapper

Got the swag dressed down, a little bit dapper

Beat these bitch **** up with the big whapper

We keep it steady round here

How you mean? **** heavy round here

I heard he's got a little desi down there

Weed smoke, little medi' round there

Boom, we keep it steady round here

On your marks, get set, **** ready round here

Ain't nobody light weight, my **** heavy round here

All my **** buck shot, **** teddy round here

Boom, famous and dangerous

Like some lions out the cage 'cause they couldn't tame us

I whip whipping in my whip, I'm whipping with the stainless

And if I see him, due to whip a **** out his trainers

Little pussy's must have thought they could contain us

Nah, man, we're the hardest **** on the pavement

**** lying in their raps, talking this and talking that

To tell the truth, it all sounds like prepared statements

I'm in the game, now all these rappers trying to holler man

It's real **** rap I had to shout my brother, Hollowman

And if a **** diss the program

And they make me whip my weapon out my pants

It's gonna mash up your tomorrow plans

I got my back against the wall but that's the way I like it

I said I'll always be a G, I must have been a psychic

Riding round with my ride-or-die chick

True, she likes to get low, I make her bill it, but I always light it

It's real life, nothings been recited

We're still turning up at parties when we're not invited

I still smoke a lot of weed 'cause that's exactly what I need

To keep my head up in the skies, feeling like a pilot

And oh, forgot to mention, all my **** violent

Let me exercise my right to silence

Gold chain around my neck, staring in the mirror, singing

Kill a whole motherfucking family if a **** tried it

We keep it steady round here

How you mean? **** heavy round here

I heard he's got a little desi down there

Weed smoke, little medi' round there

Boom, we keep it steady round here

On your marks, get set, **** ready round here

Ain't nobody lightweight, my **** heavy round here

All my **** buck shot, **** teddy round here