Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wit My Rounds, artist - Q Da FoolDate of issue: 16.07.2020
Song language: English
Wit My Rounds |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| I’m with Q, but we ain’t foolin' 'round, ho |
| Ayy, ayy (Ron-Ron, do that shit) |
| I’m with Q, but we ain’t foolin' 'round, ho (Bitch) |
| And I’m with my rounds, totin' rounds, move around, bro |
| You the plug, holdin' pounds, take you down, bro |
| You give her hugs, I give her dick, give her rounds, bro (Give her dick) |
| I’m with Q, but we ain’t foolin' 'round, ho (Foolin' 'round, bitch) |
| And I’m with my rounds, totin' rounds, move around, bro (Got them rounds, bitch) |
| You the plug, holdin' pounds, take you down, bro |
| You give her hugs, I give her dick, give her rounds, bro |
| I keep a weapon, never second guessing (Damn) |
| Where my lawyer at? |
| (Bitch), I don’t answer questions |
| My white bitch come in town, she like, «Q, where that boy at?» |
| He was playin' with the ransom, so that man ain’t get his boy back (Bitch) |
| I was spinnin' bends, you was goin' on a joyride |
| Why they sayin' they ain’t never seen your ass since your boy died? |
| A gallon of that PCP, I hit it with that fluoride |
| A nigga try to shoot at me, I bet the whole hood slide |
| Killed my first nigga, I’m like, «Damn, I could do this shit» (Hundred Round |
| Goon) |
| FBI give me a case, I’ma lay, I ain’t new to this |
| I just caught a hundred plates off the face, I’m so true to this (I'm so true |
| to this) |
| If them crackers ever let me out, I bet I break the rules again |
| I hit all my targets |
| I’m wrappin' up coke and you workin' at Target |
| Air out your folks, all our guns, they the largest |
| AR and scope got me shootin' the farthest |
| Stealin' my flow, I am shootin' your father (Rich Shoota) |
| I’m with Q, but we ain’t foolin' 'round, ho (Lil' nigga) |
| And I’m with my rounds, totin' rounds, move around, bro |
| You the plug, holdin' pounds, take you down, bro (Take you down, ho) |
| You give her hugs, I give her dick, give her rounds, bro (Give her dick, ho) |
| I’m with Q, but we ain’t foolin' 'round, ho (Damn) |
| And I’m with my rounds, totin' rounds, move around, bro |
| You the plug, holdin' pounds, take you down, bro |
| You give her hugs, I give her dick, give her rounds, bro (Rich Shoota) |
| I be gettin' head, I’m somethin' like a fitted cap |
| And I’m with my Rich Shoota, he gon' blow your fitted back |
| Pull up on your ho and I’m fuckin' up that kitty-cat |
| I’m playin' with her pussy right before a nigga dig in that |
| I get deep, I go long, I go strong |
| Fuckin' on your bitch 'cause she fuckin' with my song |
| And she got your name tatted right by her thong |
| I’ma nut on that shit, nigga, I’ma do you wrong |
| When you boss up, you gotta do a laneswitch |
| I came up in the game off of 'caine bricks |
| I can never love a ho, do no lame shit |
| She wanna fuck the gang 'cause she tired of the same dick |
| When you boss up, you gotta do a laneswitch |
| I came up in the game off of 'caine bricks |
| I can never love a ho, do no lame shit |
| She wanna fuck the gang 'cause she tired of the same dick |
| I’m with Q, but we ain’t foolin' 'round, ho (Bitch) |
| And I’m with my rounds, totin' rounds, move around, bro |
| You the plug, holdin' pounds, take you down, bro |
| You give her hugs, I give her dick, give her rounds, bro (Give her dick) |
| I’m with Q, but we ain’t foolin' 'round, ho (Foolin' 'round, bitch) |
| And I’m with my rounds, totin' rounds, move around, bro (Got them rounds, bitch) |
| You the plug, holdin' pounds, take you down, bro |
| You give her hugs, I give her dick, give her rounds, bro |