Rounds Video (MV)

Anything up in the store, you see it, you know you can get it
He talkin' all that shit, my nigga bustin' at your fitted
They hit my jack, I was blowin' your back, told 'em I'm in a meeting
She turn around and eat the dick up like this bitch, bulimic
We gon' duet, girl, but whole time we won't be doin' no singin
I can tell you how it's finna go just like I'm fortune reading
Make it go round and round, f*ck you from the back, shorty, I'ma give you rounds
When I f*ck you, baby, hand over your mouth
It's time to take that pussy out that drought, going round and round
We doin' rounds, we doin' round and round We doin' rounds, we goin' round and round
I f*cked up so many times, could you bless me again
You still got love for me, but you label me as a friend
I ain't got it all together, but I'm focused to win
Always try to move so perfect, but we was born to sin
I be in my head, I get to second guessing me
Thoughts of you leavin', got me takin' drugs it's stressin' me
Try not to rush it, my emotions get the best of me
But that's like the only thing, cause can't no nigga step to me
Mighty come through and he got a Mac-10
Big boy guns, bitch I gotta FN
I'ma get a nigga gone, I don't never wanna see him
Cock back, bloom blow, that's the sound of the heater
If I can't take her home, I don't never wanna meet her
Tryna f*ck her lil' friend, but I drive a two seater
Shawty knowing' that I'm hot, why I keep a wife beater
Make it go round and round
F*ck you, from the back, shorty, I'ma give you rounds
When I f*ck you, baby, hand over your mouth
It's time to take that pussy out that drought, going round and round
We goin' rounds, we goin' round and round
We goin' round, we goin' round and round
Goin' to pick the money up, I call that shit a cakewalk
I be workin' round the clock, my nigga don't do break talk
Them niggas really lame and they ain't got no cool points
F*ckin' on my old bitch, but ain't badder than my new joint
'ddicted to the weed, pass me the reefer
You know I'm dedicated to the paper
Finna go get me a brand new foreign
So I can just take off right there on a hater
Young D Slay, I be dripping high fashion
I went to school, I used to wanna just dip
Cause I pulled up, rocking them Steve Maddens
They had me thinkin' I wouldn't be shit
Them niggas made me go turn up my savage
And it's a shame, they tried to hate on a nigga
For tryna go after my passion
I dropped that heat, now they all comin' around
And I'm callin' the shots, like John Madden
And she let me beat, I used to f*ck on the groupies
But now you niggas, you can have it
Make it go round and round
F*ck you from the back shorty, I'ma give you rounds
When I f*ck you, baby, hand over your mouth
It's time to take that pussy out that drought
Goin' round and round
We goin' round
We goin' round and round
We doin' rounds
We goin' round and round
We goin' round and round