Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Around Me, artist - NoCap. Album song The Backend Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Around Me |
Vicasso on another one |
SephGotTheWaves |
Name got a lil' fame, I watched everything change around me |
Wanna hide a tape recorder 'fore I leave, see what they say about me, yeah |
My niggas 'round me throwin' C’s, Blood too, but they ain’t sick at all |
They mad that I’m a winner, sittin' up like, «When NoCap gon' fall?» |
Subtracting all my friends, alone on Percocets and Adderalls |
Thinkin' 'bout my past like quarterbacks, now I’m in front of y’all |
I ain’t never seen Doctor Miami, but I went broke on bodies |
Treat that Glock just like a microphone, can’t do a show without it |
I hang with young thugs like Lil Keed, so they gon' know I got it |
I was young, I spent thirteen on Louis V’s, it was hard then like Rockets |
Told Jason I’m upset |
I ain’t stunt my old bitch, but I’m on the X |
I feed her face, ain’t have no choice but to buy her breasts |
Got a bitch in Houston, still act like I don’t get her texts |
You fucked the crew, girl, should’ve named you Freddy (Freddy Krueger) |
And it’s smoky in Hell but we still tryna get to Heaven |
Sim came home, I got him so high, he told me drop him off |
I catch his killer, hit every shot, I gotta drop 'em all |
Leave the door wide open, ain’t got no trust, still gotta knock 'em off |
Heard niggas 'round me be wearin' bugs, I gotta watch my mouth |
All these niggas rats, I’m finna click, I’ll probably break the mouse |
Don’t go on dates and I ain’t gay, how a nigga gon' take me out? |
Milk the game, give it to my son like I been saving cows |
Think about my past like a receiver |
Love spelled backwards is evil |
Doctor Cap, I gotta take care my people |
Don’t know no rats removed, but I used to need them |
Name got a lil' fame, I watched everything change around me |
Wanna hide a tape recorder 'fore I leave, see what they say about me, yeah |
My niggas 'round me throwin' C’s, Blood too, but they ain’t sick at all |
They mad that I’m a winner, sittin' up like, «When NoCap gon' fall?» |
Subtracting all my friends, alone on Percocets and Adderalls |
Thinkin' 'bout my past like quarterbacks, now I’m in front of y’all |
I ain’t never seen Doctor Miami, but I went broke on bodies |
Treat that Glock just like a microphone, can’t do a show without it |
I hang with young thugs like Lil Keed, so they gon' know I got it |
I was young, I spent thirteen on Louis V’s, it was hard then like Rockets |