Round and Round lyrics

[Intro: Saxkboy KD]
Woo, woo, yeah
(Kartier, what you doing over there?)
Let's go

[Verse 1: Saxkboy KD]
You know I'm a menace, why f*ck with us?
Steppin' on sh*t when it's smoke, I put his lil' blunt out (Oh, yeah)
All of my n*ggas face 'Woods, it's been over stood
I punch, but I'm bringin' this gun out (Oh, yeah)
Ain't finna play with a opp', not never gon' D-I-E if he get in this blender (Lil' b*tch)
Tellin' my manager pimp-ass, we on a big bag blowin' up 'fore it's December (Let's go)
Le-le-left my b*tch, but she suck di*k so good, I'm beatin' her next up (Oh, yeah)
Ain't finna stay in the hood, but b*tch, we good
I'm passin' out plates like a restaurant (Let's go)
I like how they slid on that block, might pay 'em next time
f*ck it, I'm in the car next time (Woo)
You know how it's Saxboy Gang and Trigga Gang (Yeah, woo, woo), we gon' aim at a face, what's a leg shot, pus*y? (Yeah)
He ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t but he claim he bang, these n*ggas just hoes, not bullies (Let's go)
In his hood, he ain't got no name or no aim, I was thirteen clutchin' a fully
And this b*tch gon' keep this di*k in her name, she biddin' on me 'cause I'm on it
Most of these n*ggas ain't talkin' (Can you turn it up right here?) 'bout sh*t and they lame
We knockin' off any opponent (Let's go)

[Chorus: Saxkboy KD]
Sendin' hits like—, yeah-yeah, huh
Bullets hit like—, yeah, huh, ayy
Bang a b*tch like—, yeah-yeah, huh, ayy-ayy, woo, woo, woo, woo
Bang a b*tch like—
Sendin' hits like—
Ba-bang a b*tch like—
Bullets hit like—, yeah-yeah
Bullets hit like—
Sendin' hits like—
Let's go
[Verse 2: That Mexican OT]
I eat a b*tch booty like tacos
Three deep ridin' with the heat in the Tahoe
Draco unload, make her drop low
Tippin' on fours fours, lookin' for a fine ho
b*tch, you know how it go
Anybody say they got a issue, I'll knock off his dome
Bullets runnin' through his tissue, knockin' out chromosomes
Got drums with the sticks, I'm ready to rock and roll
Pull the pump and pull up, b*tch, I'm ready to c*ck and blow
I don't entertain f*ckery, talk to the hand
I'll beat a n*gga up in the streets like Batman
Facedown, ass up next to the trash can
Pistol with the yoppers and choppers and get it crackin', pew-pew-pew
Yeah, big rocks, big diamonds
She like a Mexican because I be shinin'
I beat down the front, then I run through behind it
Off the drank I be swerving, I need an alignment
Yeah, big chopper, bullets flyin'
Whole 'lotta people dyin, mama's cryin'
No food in my stomach, so I started grindin'
She like how I eat the pus*y with my diamonds

[Chorus: Saxkboy KD]
Yeah-yeah, huh
Bullets hit like—, yeah, huh, ayy
Bang a b*tch like—, yeah-yeah, huh, ayy-ayy
Bang a b*tch like—
Sendin' hits like—
Ba-bang a b*tch like—
Bullets hit like—, yeah-yeah
Bullets hit like—
Sendin' hits like—
Let's go