Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Antonia Dunn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Lions Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
Up and away we go
Brand new Mercedes I'm sittin low
Stones on my pinky it's visible
Swerving thru lanes (Skur) like an animal
They sayin' I'm sick like I gotta cold
But I gotta goal and it's really bold
Bury my dick in a centerfold (Yes)
Sipping that juice from my testicles
Bro I got your back
Now I'm skeptical
Niggas talkin love
Using X and O's
People twist your words
Like your flexible
Eat the rest of this dick with your vegetables
Round and round
They spinning you round
Feet never touching the ground
They just keep pulling you down
Round and round
They spinning you round
They see you wearing a crown
Swimming now you bout to drown
I'm sipping that Hennessy
Too much of this shit is erasing my memory
I can't tell if their friends or an enemy
Side by side they keep moving like centipedes
They don't come with a gift down your chimney
They just come with a problem like I got the remedy
Swearing they kin to me
Feed off my energy bringing their misery (Damn)
Draining me physically (Huh)
Is this how it's suppose be
No one can gets close to me
They want you dead holding rosaries
I wish it was only me (Now)
But even those feeling gets lonely
So I bring all the homies
Invite the cronies barbies and ponies
They eating steak no more bologna
Which ones are real which ones are phony
If I'm Lebron everyone's Bronny
If there's a middle then I would be Monie
Round and round
They spinning you round
Feet never touching the ground
They just keep pulling you down
Round and round
They spinning you round
They see you wearing a crown
Swimming now you bout to drown
Man this shit doesn't stop
On my back (On my back)
It's a Dot
On my shoulders the weight is a lot (Yeah)
I'm debating should I even stop
Maybe or maybe not
It just gives em more chances to plot
It's clear like a nose full of snot
That they want you to fall
When you rose to the top
But them roses they wither and (Yeah)
Rot if they bitter or not
They'll consider the plot
Fore you notice the dot
(Kaboom) it all end with a shot
Blood on the ground
Now you dead on the spot
(On the spot)
No one's around when they let off them shots
(They gone)
This what they do when you rise to the top
Round and round
They spinning you round
Feet never touching the ground
They just keep pulling you down
Round and round
They spinning you round
They see you wearing a crown
Swimming now you bout to drown
Round and round
They spinning you round
Feet never touching the ground
They just keep pulling you down
Round and round
They spinning you round
They see you wearing a crown
Swimming now you bout to drown
Writer(s): Eric Dunn
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