round 8

Lyrics

[Intro] Nigga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here (bye) Nigga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here (I don't take orders from losers) Nigga, why you try me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here - Nigga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here Yo' bitch keep on eyein me, I'mma make her disappear Nigga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here Yo' bitch keep on eyein me, I'mma make her disappear Took yo ho, I promise she ain't goin' back, no I was all up in yo' trap, through the back door (archangel) [Verse] Took yo ho, I promise she ain't goin' back, no I was all up in yo' trap, through thе back door I was posted in Chiraq with [?] Tryna' get a bag, I'm cookin' gas stove Shе ain't fuckin' wit' me, she say I'm a asshole I ain't worried bout yo' bitch, I'm worried bout the bags, though Bet she still suck me up, just like she a black hole I could flex up on yo' bitch, but I ain't wanna brag though In the function, talk a lot, I just think she want my number In the function, talk a lot, I just think she want my number In the function, talk a lot, I just think she want my number I don't even got a spot on my roster for another Fuck it, I might have to cop, I can't promise I'mma love her So I passed the ho, I put her [?] triple double Nigga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here Nigga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here Nigga, why you tryin me? lil' bro, you gon' die in here Yo' bitch keep on eyein me, I'mma make her disappear In my room, she gon' reappear Boy, don't pull up to the trap if you won't bring no weed in here Boy, don't pull up to the trap, nigga, you don't got a bank Let a big 'ol Glock eat his fuckin' face Nigga, we got guns, we don't run no fades Keep on sendin' all them shots, I'm on round 8 (round 8) Took a ho, I promise she ain't goin' back, no I was all up in yo' trap, through the back door I was posted in Chiraq with [?] Tryna' get a bag, I'm cookin' gas stove She ain't fuckin' wit' me, she say I'mma asshole I ain't worried bout yo' bitch, I'm worried bout the bags, though Bet she still suck me up just like she a black hole I could flex up on yo' bitch, but I ain't- (Type: Lumina) Comin' way too calm, I gotta cut y'all niggas off again Some y'all niggas gained a ego just 'cause y'all be – friends Some y'all niggas gained a ego just 'cause y'all be - Some y'all niggas- Some y'all niggas gained a ego just 'cause y'all be – (Who do you think you are?) Some y'all niggas idiots, y'all conscious must be paper thin All this money just keep comin' in Where the fuck yo' figures at? Damn, I cannot find that shit My bitch like a model ten, yo bitch like a five or six I can pull up to New York and fuck the finest bitch Yo' ass pull up to New York and you start tryin' shit (You disgust me) Y'all boy go out bad, I can't go out sad (You disgust me) All that money that you niggas really thought y'all had (You disgust me) I can make some money with just pen and a lil' pad (You disgust me) Bitch, I'm on round 8, y'all niggas need to check y'all stats (You disgust me) (You disgust me) (x4)