Round Here

You know when people just

Wanna hog up the AUX and the Bluetooth and just play some raasclaat

Funnyman riddims that you're not even like

(Turn that shit off) You gotta tell them, fam

We don't play that pussy shit 'round here

All the jewels fully lit 'round here

There's child soldiers on the strip around here

You fake as fuck, you don't fit in 'round here (No way)

Call it 'New Crack City' 'round here

BK, you know I'm biggie 'round there

I run my block so I'm not allowed there

Send two booters on on a jilly 'round there

And when you're bootin' always keep a round spare

Ain't no mouse, ain't no Mickey 'round here

Three for twenty-five, six for fifty 'round here

A opp's a opp, we ain't picky 'round here

I swear it's like Mogadishu 'round here

Hungry, starvin', they'll stick you 'round here

Rico and Money Mitch you 'round here

I go asleep and wake up in a nightmare

I'm a smoke CEO, I'm a big investor

But I still let it ring, make it sing like George Ezra

Got my white for my sheep and my dark came from Leicester

Two squares on the arm and that's a reload selecta

And when I sauce and drip I just wanna spill ketchup

My young boys tapped three time like a wrestler

Come to your show and let it shout like a heckler

Said they come to your show, let it shout like a heckler

Like never say never, like you spoke too soon

But I'ma never stop trappin' till it's cold in June

I got a twos in the microwave, frozen food

I'll put pressure on the block like a open wound

Are they snitches and they rappers? Man, I'm so confused

Heard I get the block jumpin' like a broken tune

I knew I'd have the last laugh so the joke's on you

'Cause I hear drill's back in style but it's overdue

Now I'm back in the cut lookin' silky

She don't want a rapper, said she want a real G

One who's stood smilin' when the the judge says "Guilty"

One who stays strapped cah I won't let these **** kill me

Four bootins on the one mash, now it's filthy

Coulda been Aggy B, coulda be Filthy

Three for twenty-five, that was my kinda deal

Now I'm home, man ah heard labels really wanna deal me

Shit

We don't play that pussy shit 'round here

All the jewels fully lit 'round here (Bling, blaow)

There's child soldiers on the strip around here

You fake as fuck, you don't fit in 'round here (No way)

They call it 'New Crack City' 'round here (BK)

BK, you know I'm biggie 'round there

I run my block so I'm not allowed there

Send two booters on on a jilly 'round there

And when you're bootin' always keep a round spare

Ain't no mouse, ain't no Mickey 'round here

Three for twenty-five, six for fifty 'round here (Trap trap)

A opp's a opp, we ain't picky 'round here

I swear it's like Mogadishu 'round here

Hungry, starvin', they'll stick you 'round here

Rico and Money Mitch you 'round here

I go asleep and wake up in a nightmare

(M1 on the beat) Yeah, that's it