Lyrics Rounds - Chief Keef

Rounds

D-Moe, go get the pounds\nTadoe, go get the rounds\nAye bitch, it’s going down\nLot of bullets going round, and round, and round\nI’m off a flat I feel tall, and strong\nThat bitch gon' go click-clack boom\nIt’s an elephant in the fucking room\nMake some room, 'fore you make the tomb\nBitch I’m off a Xanax, a damn flat, and damn thrax\nCome through your block shooting at your damn head like gratata, duh luh duh\nThen pull off like skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr\nThen I blow the smoke up off my Ruger too\nRemember when I didn’t even know a pussy was, nah\nI’m a pornstar, fuck your thot, she going hard\nAnd she’s a freak, bitch\nYou know me, bitch\nI’m from across the street, bitch\nWith that heat, bitch\nReady to catch a oppa, aye\nShoot him in his toppa, aye\nHe gon' need a doctor\nAnd a helicopter, aye\nJust bought a gun, it go grrata\nPut thirty in my Glocka, aye\nA hundred in my choppa, aye\nI name my choppa Flocka\nAnd I can’t eat no lobster, I eat steak\nPull up on you then pulled off, andale\nComing down the pole like Lil B mob\nSmoking so much dope, it damn near hurt my heart\nShooting at that damn chain, yo damn brain\nBecause you thought that I was a damn lame\nNamed that baby Mac Kim K, like Kanye\nAnd he hit a homerun like Sammy, I’m Sosa\nAnd I got my toaster\nAnd I will blow it at your head and your shoulder, over, O-V-A\nMy gun dominican like Noreaga\nWalk in the damn spot and I don’t see paper\nI’ll be like ha, see you later (alligator)\nI’m climbing trees and running up, escalator\nI’m off this dope, feel like an elevator\nElevating to the hundredth floor\nI need to get a hundred mo' mill, just to chill\nPut my feet up, smoke reefer loud, with my nina\nAnd Tadoe, with my bankroll\nAnd ManeMane4CG\nYou know me from the old Chief Keef\nI was out there, it was war a piece\nWalk in every block, know it’s me\nWith my pistol, ready to get you\nSmoke your pussy ass like a Swisher, lil nigga\n(Front Street, man)