Back to Top

Wanna Be Around Video (MV)




Performed By: Bobby Grand
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Bobby James, Jr Pope




Bobby Grand - Wanna Be Around Lyrics
Official




My team is up, getting to the paper, Usain for the bucks
Tryna make it quick like Giannis on the break
All I made was one hit, now they fiending to f*ck
All I got is hard dick and wings for a bitch
Think it's Halloween, wish I would trick
Give her these strokes then I walk her to her Lyft
Got her sick cause she really thought she done hit a lick, aye
I'm really from The Bay, where even the hoes got game and could roll up a J
F*ck around and get your feelings hurt, if you playing with a real bitch
Thinking she ain't got nothing to say
All I really want is a billi, end of the day, but I'ma really get it
Y'all niggas is finished
Texting me bout your bitch like is you serious
Trust me, I'ma give her right back after I hit it
Learned the hard way, most niggas clowns
When I was dead ass broke, ain't wanna be around
F*cked around and graduated, no cap and gown
Now I see they face every time I pop through the town
The bitch on my line cause I put it down
Put her ass to sleep, now she wanna be around
The game is to be sold, not told, used to never feel that line, came up
I get it in now
Now I got dough they wanna be around
Kicking out the same hoes they wanna be around
When I was on the bus, couldn't afford the fare, now I push a Hellcat, wanna be around
All at my shows, wanna be around
Askin where I get my clothes, wanna be around
Bitch used to call me fat, now we pull up back to back, murdered out in all black, wanna be around
You should speak with discretion
Watch your tone, ain't no hoes in my section
All worked up cause I'm showing off my blessings
And when the ladies spot me, they only show affection
Turn myself into the plug, handball pro, how I got it out the mud
Running through my yearbook, all I see is duds
Thought I peaked in high-school, got me f*cked up
I'm really just a menace, head hunting on these niggas, it's survival of the fittest
Here to stay, bet I run the game, put your bid in
Bout to do a Drake run, and I'm not kidding
Ten summers, you gon' have to get it, how you fit in
Make up a couple lies, tryna stop all the winning
Gon' find a tweet, one of them I ain't delete
When I had 50 followers and thought shit was sweet
Lot of hard work, just to get a smile
Couple fake friends round, wanna put me down
You can either seek or swim, I done learned how to float, now they jumping on the boat, wanna be around
Fast balls coming off the mound
Knocking shit up out the park, crowd goes wild
A closed mouth don't get fed
Used to never feel that line, came up, I get it now
Now I got dough they wanna be around
Kicking out the same hoes they wanna be around
When I was on the bus, couldn't afford the fare, now I push a Hellcat, wanna be around
All at my shows, wanna be around
Askin where I get my clothes, wanna be around
Bitch used to call me fat, now we pull up back to back, murdered out in all black, wanna be around
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


English

My team is up, getting to the paper, Usain for the bucks
Tryna make it quick like Giannis on the break
All I made was one hit, now they fiending to f*ck
All I got is hard dick and wings for a bitch
Think it's Halloween, wish I would trick
Give her these strokes then I walk her to her Lyft
Got her sick cause she really thought she done hit a lick, aye
I'm really from The Bay, where even the hoes got game and could roll up a J
F*ck around and get your feelings hurt, if you playing with a real bitch
Thinking she ain't got nothing to say
All I really want is a billi, end of the day, but I'ma really get it
Y'all niggas is finished
Texting me bout your bitch like is you serious
Trust me, I'ma give her right back after I hit it
Learned the hard way, most niggas clowns
When I was dead ass broke, ain't wanna be around
F*cked around and graduated, no cap and gown
Now I see they face every time I pop through the town
The bitch on my line cause I put it down
Put her ass to sleep, now she wanna be around
The game is to be sold, not told, used to never feel that line, came up
I get it in now
Now I got dough they wanna be around
Kicking out the same hoes they wanna be around
When I was on the bus, couldn't afford the fare, now I push a Hellcat, wanna be around
All at my shows, wanna be around
Askin where I get my clothes, wanna be around
Bitch used to call me fat, now we pull up back to back, murdered out in all black, wanna be around
You should speak with discretion
Watch your tone, ain't no hoes in my section
All worked up cause I'm showing off my blessings
And when the ladies spot me, they only show affection
Turn myself into the plug, handball pro, how I got it out the mud
Running through my yearbook, all I see is duds
Thought I peaked in high-school, got me f*cked up
I'm really just a menace, head hunting on these niggas, it's survival of the fittest
Here to stay, bet I run the game, put your bid in
Bout to do a Drake run, and I'm not kidding
Ten summers, you gon' have to get it, how you fit in
Make up a couple lies, tryna stop all the winning
Gon' find a tweet, one of them I ain't delete
When I had 50 followers and thought shit was sweet
Lot of hard work, just to get a smile
Couple fake friends round, wanna put me down
You can either seek or swim, I done learned how to float, now they jumping on the boat, wanna be around
Fast balls coming off the mound
Knocking shit up out the park, crowd goes wild
A closed mouth don't get fed
Used to never feel that line, came up, I get it now
Now I got dough they wanna be around
Kicking out the same hoes they wanna be around
When I was on the bus, couldn't afford the fare, now I push a Hellcat, wanna be around
All at my shows, wanna be around
Askin where I get my clothes, wanna be around
Bitch used to call me fat, now we pull up back to back, murdered out in all black, wanna be around
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Bobby James, Jr Pope
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Bobby Grand

Tags:
No tags yet