Making My Rounds

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, look [Verse 1] Don't give me an E for effort, give me an E for extra 20 lighters in my dresser Same drawer as my heckler, running longer than a tape measure I'm zoning in my sector, and ain't nobody feeling better Than me and [?] Her pussy getting wetter, up the block With hecka tremendous nerve racking knock Made a stop, checking my trap, stop by the spot The LIQ, my Hindu, what it do? Hello, my friend Shit, let me get two Boxes of magnum and a bottle of [?] for my boo They know that I'm packing, niggas know it's nothing new They see that I'm stacking, tryna turn one into two I'm making it happen, I thought that you should knew " Arrrgh" that's that hillside call Shout out to Edward Blake and my South side halls, y'all I'm a blast through in a minute fam, I'll be back Right after I finish beating this coochie back [Chorus] I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound What you doing? I'm making my rounds I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound What you doing? I'm making my rounds [Verse 2] You might not see me every day I might never moved out of the bay All my life; is be where I stay Be here 'til I'm old and grey Catch every me which way but loose In my cutless seven duce With a big ass bottle of Goose Engine tighter than a noose Designated driver and a designated rider Trailing right beside her, hustler ready to fire Bullseye, just like a sniper Was wearing my glasses low way before Prop Joe, from The Wire Still soil with it, average everyday people You bound to see me grocery shopping at Costco, ucky's and Pinko Signing autographs, hollerin' and taking pictures and mingle With the youngsters and senior citizens that like to play Bingo Or maybe at soul train like so what? Fuck it Water and boxes of some catfish, manye I don't like it, I love it You outta do it too On my way to the studio, got an appointment at two [Chorus] I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound What you doing? I'm making my rounds I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound What you doing? I'm making my rounds [Verse 3] Playa on playa, play on Speaking money into existence on my smartphone Aggressive about my grit and mash for the cash I don't do nothing slow; everything I do is fast Like a Nasar, drinking out the jelly jar Hella hecka manish play foul I'ma make you vanish Ear to the soil, ear to the block Ear to the canvas, ear to the gravel, ear to the blacktop [?] cash, hustling nonstop Run in my pad, it'll be sad; you gonna get molly whopped With that action, with the shit, 'bout my arithmetic Black extendo clip, nigga, be good stick With guitar strap, rata tat tat, lay you out like like a welcome mat Clack clack clack with my 90 mac Mac 90, please don't try me, put your head on flat In the traffic, you can find me sipping conyak Bitch! [Chorus] I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound What you doing? I'm making my rounds I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound What you doing? I'm making my rounds