You'll get smacked with the pound
Or get stuck with the hawk
Better watch how you talk around me
Think that jewelry is hot
That shit gone get you got popped
Better tuck it when you around me
All you guys flipping pies
Better look in my eyes
You gone die if you come around me
Try to creep through the hood
Thinking shit is all good
You gone catch it you come around me
Everybody talking gang gang this and gang gang that
If I slap the shit out you where your gang gang at
If you try to pop it off I bet my gang gang clap
Stain ya jeans you can't talk your balmains back
Its no problem when this Mac out my pants
Like chance the rapper
Cause I aint giving rappers a chance
We line niggas so just give it up smooth
My men spray first you
Then ill rob ya brother like Kim k
Somebody better tell this nigga
That we spray hammers
Put my shell in ya sister like dj tanner
We let bullets rain on niggas homie
Fast showers pull the Tommy right out the ghost
Now that's power the hawk put a nike sign on you
A bigger check Harriet Tubman
Cause ill take a chain off a nigga neck
You in that rolls Royce thing whipping it on 8th
Like Charlie sheen don't make a nigga kill you in the wraith
And I'm gone
You'll get smacked with the pound
Or get stuck with the hawk
Better watch how you talk around me
Think that jewelry is hot
That shit gone get you got popped
Better tuck it when you around me
All you guys flipping pies
Better look in my eyes
You gone die if you come around me
Try to creep through the hood
Thinking shit is all good
You gone catch it you come around me
How many times I gotta say it to you bitches
We not the same I'm not ya friend
I ain't playing with you bitches
I stay on some solo shit
So I ain't hanging with you bitches
If we can't run up no checks
I ain't ganging with you bitches
Pretty gang drip drip
Lil momma got that sauce
And you can tell I'm on all bull shit
How I cut these bitches off
F*ck up a check foot on they necks
Give me respect bitch I go off
I just wanna get this bag
And help my city like a boss
Cause I'm gang My city poppin
Y'all be frauding that aint what it is
These bitches copy stealing swag
And then they call it theirs
When shit get real they copping pleas
I make em face they fears
Twin bitches 2 berettas they be jealous of the kid
I love the static I ain't average
But I'm a humble bitch
I still could smack the shit out a broad
Stay on some rumble shit
So don't believe the facade
I ain't who you want it with
No cap cause if I want it
Ima take it I'm a hungry bitch
You'll get smacked with the pound
Or get stuck with the hawk
Better watch how you talk around me
Think that jewelry is hot
That shit gone get you got popped
Better tuck it when you around me
All you guys flipping pies
Better look in my eyes
You gone die if you come around me
Try to creep through the hood
Thinking shit is all good
You gone catch it you come around me
Cash BFD - Around Me (feat. Dahlia & Bill Ray) Lyrics
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You'll get smacked with the pound
Or get stuck with the hawk
Better watch how you talk around me
Think that jewelry is hot
That shit gone get you got popped
Better tuck it when you around me
All you guys flipping pies
Better look in my eyes
You gone die if you come around me
Try to creep through the hood
Thinking shit is all good
You gone catch it you come around me
Everybody talking gang gang this and gang gang that
If I slap the shit out you where your gang gang at
If you try to pop it off I bet my gang gang clap
Stain ya jeans you can't talk your balmains back
Its no problem when this Mac out my pants
Like chance the rapper
Cause I aint giving rappers a chance
We line niggas so just give it up smooth
My men spray first you
Then ill rob ya brother like Kim k
Somebody better tell this nigga
That we spray hammers
Put my shell in ya sister like dj tanner
We let bullets rain on niggas homie
Fast showers pull the Tommy right out the ghost
Now that's power the hawk put a nike sign on you
A bigger check Harriet Tubman
Cause ill take a chain off a nigga neck
You in that rolls Royce thing whipping it on 8th
Like Charlie sheen don't make a nigga kill you in the wraith
And I'm gone
You'll get smacked with the pound
Or get stuck with the hawk
Better watch how you talk around me
Think that jewelry is hot
That shit gone get you got popped
Better tuck it when you around me
All you guys flipping pies
Better look in my eyes
You gone die if you come around me
Try to creep through the hood
Thinking shit is all good
You gone catch it you come around me
How many times I gotta say it to you bitches
We not the same I'm not ya friend
I ain't playing with you bitches
I stay on some solo shit
So I ain't hanging with you bitches
If we can't run up no checks
I ain't ganging with you bitches
Pretty gang drip drip
Lil momma got that sauce
And you can tell I'm on all bull shit
How I cut these bitches off
F*ck up a check foot on they necks
Give me respect bitch I go off
I just wanna get this bag
And help my city like a boss
Cause I'm gang My city poppin
Y'all be frauding that aint what it is
These bitches copy stealing swag
And then they call it theirs
When shit get real they copping pleas
I make em face they fears
Twin bitches 2 berettas they be jealous of the kid
I love the static I ain't average
But I'm a humble bitch
I still could smack the shit out a broad
Stay on some rumble shit
So don't believe the facade
I ain't who you want it with
No cap cause if I want it
Ima take it I'm a hungry bitch
You'll get smacked with the pound
Or get stuck with the hawk
Better watch how you talk around me
Think that jewelry is hot
That shit gone get you got popped
Better tuck it when you around me
All you guys flipping pies
Better look in my eyes
You gone die if you come around me
Try to creep through the hood
Thinking shit is all good
You gone catch it you come around me
Or get stuck with the hawk
Better watch how you talk around me
Think that jewelry is hot
That shit gone get you got popped
Better tuck it when you around me
All you guys flipping pies
Better look in my eyes
You gone die if you come around me
Try to creep through the hood
Thinking shit is all good
You gone catch it you come around me
Everybody talking gang gang this and gang gang that
If I slap the shit out you where your gang gang at
If you try to pop it off I bet my gang gang clap
Stain ya jeans you can't talk your balmains back
Its no problem when this Mac out my pants
Like chance the rapper
Cause I aint giving rappers a chance
We line niggas so just give it up smooth
My men spray first you
Then ill rob ya brother like Kim k
Somebody better tell this nigga
That we spray hammers
Put my shell in ya sister like dj tanner
We let bullets rain on niggas homie
Fast showers pull the Tommy right out the ghost
Now that's power the hawk put a nike sign on you
A bigger check Harriet Tubman
Cause ill take a chain off a nigga neck
You in that rolls Royce thing whipping it on 8th
Like Charlie sheen don't make a nigga kill you in the wraith
And I'm gone
You'll get smacked with the pound
Or get stuck with the hawk
Better watch how you talk around me
Think that jewelry is hot
That shit gone get you got popped
Better tuck it when you around me
All you guys flipping pies
Better look in my eyes
You gone die if you come around me
Try to creep through the hood
Thinking shit is all good
You gone catch it you come around me
How many times I gotta say it to you bitches
We not the same I'm not ya friend
I ain't playing with you bitches
I stay on some solo shit
So I ain't hanging with you bitches
If we can't run up no checks
I ain't ganging with you bitches
Pretty gang drip drip
Lil momma got that sauce
And you can tell I'm on all bull shit
How I cut these bitches off
F*ck up a check foot on they necks
Give me respect bitch I go off
I just wanna get this bag
And help my city like a boss
Cause I'm gang My city poppin
Y'all be frauding that aint what it is
These bitches copy stealing swag
And then they call it theirs
When shit get real they copping pleas
I make em face they fears
Twin bitches 2 berettas they be jealous of the kid
I love the static I ain't average
But I'm a humble bitch
I still could smack the shit out a broad
Stay on some rumble shit
So don't believe the facade
I ain't who you want it with
No cap cause if I want it
Ima take it I'm a hungry bitch
You'll get smacked with the pound
Or get stuck with the hawk
Better watch how you talk around me
Think that jewelry is hot
That shit gone get you got popped
Better tuck it when you around me
All you guys flipping pies
Better look in my eyes
You gone die if you come around me
Try to creep through the hood
Thinking shit is all good
You gone catch it you come around me
Writer: Curtis Little, Dahlia Clayton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid