Round ’Em Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef] Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang 2, bitch Sosa, bitch O'Block Bang, bang [Chorus: Chief Keef] I be high as fuck, 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 bitches rounded up Fuck niggas 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 shit, 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 fuck, 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 bitches rounded up Fuck niggas 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 Fuck with us, you die tonight, all we do is carry pipes You ain't with the shit, well, god damn, you live a scary life High as fuck, dump it up, ridin' 'round in Beamer trucks Problem with us? We up them poles then fucking 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 fuck with fuck niggas Hell nah, that ain't us, GBE my squad I trust Big guns, rocket stuff, we shooting shit, dropping stuff Bad bitches topping us, 300 gang, no stopping us Bad bitches topping us, 300 gang, no stopping us [Chorus: Chief Keef] I be high as fuck, 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 bitches rounded up Fuck niggas 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