Round 'Em Up - Fredo Santana, Chief Keef

Assassins blasting

I make this money fly and shit

It’s looking like magic

I be high as fuck, riding dog, mounted up

You lie and stuff

I go down to the mall and I buy it all

My home boys, I buy it all

Exes, mounted up

Racks up in my pocket and you know these bitches rounded up

Fuck niggas frown and stuff

But we don’t care, we round them up

Knock them down like dominoes

Bullets shoot they fly and stuff

Please don’t challenge us

We shoot all your challengers

We the squad, hammered up, we too busy turn it up

Chief sosa not average,

I call up Tray Savage, you get robbed for your carrots

Goon me, that’s embarrassing

My boys send you to Never land

And they keep them techs in hand

While Chief Sosa keep checks in hand

This money I’m inheriting you slow like promethazine

I love getting off on promethazine

Erto G and swishers they keep me in the heaven land

I love getting off on promethazine,

Erto G and swishers they keep me in the heaven land

Fredo in the cut, hell that’s a scary sight

Play with us you lose your life

We take your life not thinking twice

Fredo in the cut, hell that’s a scary sight

Play with us you lose your life

We take your life not thinking twice

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, ride around 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 we rock your stuff, we shoot shit, dropping stuff

Bad bitches topping us, 300 gang no stopping us

Bad bitches topping us, 300 gang no stopping us