Keep Me From Round lyrics

(Intro)
Thats Right 2
Aye
Keep me from around that bullsh*t
Them lame hoes
And them hating n*ggas
Aye

(Hook)
Can't show a lame n*gga too much
So I don't bring em round
Them same n*ggas who was up
Funny they need me now
Can't learn the game outta no book
So let me teach you how
Too get rich and not make a sound
Keep me from round
Them low digits
Keep me from round
Broke b*tches
Keep Me From Round
Hoe n*ggas
Keep me from round
Yo sister
Keep me from round
n*ggas still baggin sacks
You need at least a pound
Like a b*tch who got that package
Keep me from round
(Verse 1)
Say you wanna squash that beef
Ok cool then
Well I'm thinking about eating that beef
Give me a spoon then
I'm a need some with alot of speed
Sumn I can zoom
That pus*y so good to me
I might let her move in
Lift the whole 50 on my roof
So they notice me
My foreign hoe pronounce
My shoe "Lois v"
Money surround me so a broke n*gga can't get close to me
My b*tch bad like yo hoe suppose to be
My wrist cold more like 4 degree
Don't get me p*ssed off real n*ggas on go for me
Got a b*tch that bust them blunts
And 1 to roll the weed
I say rich homie baby
So you know​ it's me

(Hook)
Can't show a lame n*gga too much
So I don't bring em round
Them same n*ggas who was up
Funny they need me now
Can't learn this game outta no book
So let me teach you how
Too get rich and not make a sound
Keep me from round
Them low digits
Keep me from round
Broke b*tches
Keep Me From Round
Hoe n*ggas
Keep me from round
Yo sister
Keep me from round
n*ggas still baggin sacks
You need at least a pound
Like a b*tch who got that pack
Keep me from round
(Verse 2)
I Throw The K Like A Pitcher
Show Me The Mound
Why You Don't Like Them n*ggas?
No Reason Found
Measurement For My Head
b*tch, I Need A Crown
With Two Loaves Of Bread
I Can Feed The Town
Keep Me From Round
Like I Got A Cold
Money Come & Go
Have Em Runnin, Like A Snotty Nose
I Gotta Go, Stack Some Extra Funds
Lookin For My Pot Of Gold, I'm Sumn Like A Leprechaun
And This Ever Run
I Been Gettin It Gone, And I Been Gettin It
My Plug A Mexican
Stop That Flexxiconn, Boy Yu Kiddin
And Ima Stack It To The Ceilin
My Delivery Worth A Milli
And I'm Spittin, I Got More Bars Than The Penitentiary

(Hook)
Can't show a lame n*gga too much
So I don't bring em round
Them same n*ggas who was up
Funny they need me now
Can't learn this game outta no book
So let me teach you how
Too get rich and not make a sound
Keep me from round
Them low digits
Keep me from round
Broke b*tches
Keep Me From Round
Hoe n*ggas
Keep me from round
Yo sister
Keep me from round
n*ggas still baggin sacks
You need at least a pound
Like a b*tch who got that pack
Keep me from round