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 about cash money

I don't wanna talk if it ain't about cash money

I got a lot of shooters around 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 **** dead

You **** know that Young Savage will paint the city red

I don't wanna do no song with these **** '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 ma,n it change a young G

That 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 to come around me

All that motherfucker leeching, ain't no bumming around me

You like that pillow talk but **** shoot for fun around me

Round my way, round my way, round my way, round my way

Round my way, round my way, round my way, round my way

Round my way, round my way, round my way, round my way

Shooting round my way, round my way, round my way

Round my way, round my way, round my way, round my way

Round my way, round my way, round my way, round my way

Round my way, round my way, round my way, round my way

Round my way, round my way, round my way, round my way

Shooting round my way

Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way

Round my way, round my way, round my way, round my way

Round my way, round my way, round my way, round my way