Lyrics Wit My Rounds - Q Da Fool, OhGeesy

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