Round My Way

Hot box with a paper tag on it Your baby brother used to be my crash dummy Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout cash money I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout cash money I got a lot of shooters 'round me and they hungry He sold a zip and now he acting like he Tony I be chasing after money like I'm homeless I had to leave that bitch alone cause she was bogus Put a 100 on your head Now a nigga dead You niggas know that Young Savage will paint the city red I don't want to do no song with these niggas cause they scared Draco on the seat I keep that Draco on the seat Molly, percs and weed you know these bitches like to eat Slaughter gang, we slaughter hoes cause half these bitches freaks All the shit I've been through man it change a young G That's why I keep that hundred round drum around me That's why I keep a lot of fucking guns around me If you ain't with the gang you better not come around me All that mother fucking leashing ain't no bum around me You like that pillow talk but niggas shoot for fun around me Round my way They robbin' round my way Shootin' around my way Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way Round my way They robbin' round my way Shootin' around my way Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way Round my way