Round Here

[Chorus: T.Y.]
See these young niggas round here (round here)
Really bout that action they'll make you disappear (bye)
Like doing magic
It's real in that field when yo' ass ain't got a ratchet
Before you go with yo' move, think about that action
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen

[Verse 1: T.Y.]
You tryn' check something round here, gon' test your luck
I'm the same nigga who stayed down but now I came up
I got something nasty with a drum on it in the back of the truck
Posted in traffic, move on me and I'm backing you up
Me and Rex were paper chasing not giving a fuck
Bout these hoes, show 'em no love they can't get shit from us
Yea I'm a Uptown nigga living violent as fuck
I would give you the game but you probably fuck that shit up
I don't trust these niggas like I don't trust these hoes
I ride around in my Chevy with my K fully loaded
If I said it I done it you could believe that shit
If she said she ain't suck my dick don't you believe that bitch
How you broke and comfortable with that? explain that shit
All these niggas juiced up I'm bout to drain that shit
Imma keep on gettin' to it till they free the B.G
And when that day come Imma really turn to a beast

[Chorus: T.Y.]
See these young niggas round here (round here)
Really bout that action they'll make you disappear (bye)
Like doing magic
It's real in that field when yo' ass ain't got a ratchet
Before you go with yo' move, think about that action
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen

[Verse 2: LA Rizzle]
Bitch boy tryna flex up better get the fuck before I wet him up
Step it up might shoot him down if (?) with us go and pick him up
All around them messy hoes nigga talkin' bout what he gon' do me
40 Glock extended clip feel like this bitch won't stop shooting
Dumb shit my niggas wit' that, shoot niggas I did that
Tryn check ya man and I fuck him up stop acting you ain't get that
No sympathy just manslaughter
Black dresses and fresh flowers
Handguns and automatics, body armor and man power
Hol up might roll up but holes in ya like donuts
Nigga try and check me bout a stanky bitch but I'm down back and she tore up
Put holes in ya like luke, nigga all my hoes been cute
And any nigga tryna check to me nigga all my bros gon' shoot
All my niggas on go, all my niggas they ready
Brass knuckles and handguns, banana clip, machete
Can't face them consequences don't go with your move then
Pussy nigga move over a real one gon' move in

[Chorus: T.Y.]
See these young niggas round here (round here)
Really bout that action they'll make you disappear (bye)
Like doing magic
It's real in that field when yo' ass ain't got a ratchet
Before you go with yo' move, think about that action
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen
Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen