Round ’Em Up lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang 2, b*tch
Sosa, b*tch
O'Block
Bang, bang

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I be high as f*ck, racked up, mounted up
You lie and stuff, I go down to the mall and I buy it all
My homeboys, I buy it all, X6 is mounted up
Racks up in my pocket and you know these b*tches rounded up
f*ck n*ggas frowned up
But we don’t care, we round 'em up
Knock them down like dominoes
Bullets shoot, they fly and stuff
Please don't challenge us
We shoot up your Challenger
We the squad, hammered up
We too busy turning it up

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Assassins blasting
I make this money fly and sh*t, it's looking like magic
Chief Sosa not average
I call up Tray Savage, you get robbed for your karats
Going at me, that’s embarrassing
My boys send you to Neverland, and they keep them TECs in hand
While Chief Sosa keep checks in hand
This money I’m inheriting, you slow like promethazine
I love getting off promethazine
Earth OG and Swishers, it keep me in the heaven land
I love getting off promethazine
Earth OG and Swishers, it keep me in the heaven land
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I be high as f*ck, racked up, mounted up
You lie and stuff, I go down to the mall and I buy it all
My homeboys, I buy it all, X6 is mounted up
Racks up in my pocket and you know these b*tches rounded up
f*ck n*ggas frowned up
But we don’t care, we round 'em up
Knock them down like dominoes
Bullets shoot, they fly and stuff
Please don't challenge us
We shoot up your Challenger
We the squad, hammered up
We too busy turning it up

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Fredo in the cut, hell, that’s a scary sight
Play with us, you lose your life
We take your life, not thinking twice
f*ck with us, you die tonight
All we do is carry pipes
You ain’t with the sh*t, well, god damn, you live a scary life
High as f*ck, dump it up, ridin' 'round in Beamer trucks
Problem with us? We up them poles
Then f*cking shoot your momma up
Ball hard, my dollars up
Rep my set, I throw it up
Who is you? Can’t roll with us
We don’t f*ck with f*ck n*ggas
Hell nah, that ain’t us
GBE my squad I trust
Big guns, rocket stuff
We shooting sh*t, dropping stuff
Bad b*tches topping us
3Hunna gang, no stopping us
Bad b*tches topping us
3Hunna gang, no stopping us
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I be high as f*ck, racked up, mounted up
You lie and stuff, I go down to the mall and I buy it all
My homeboys, I buy it all, X6 is mounted up
Racks up in my pocket and you know these b*tches rounded up
f*ck n*ggas frowned up
But we don’t care, we round 'em up
Knock them down like dominoes
Bullets shoot, they fly and stuff
Please don't challenge us
We shoot up your Challenger
We the squad, hammered up
We too busy turning it up