Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Fuck From Round Me lyrics

[Chorus]
I don't need nan nigga vouching
Stuffed up with hundreds, don't sit on them couches
Fresh off the 80 dollars, a nigga doubt me
Fresh cut
Seven grams, staying down, turned it to a hundred thousand
Trapped at the housing
I paid the rent for a year straight in my public housing
Ride around with that chopper, my nigga might blast [?] Audi
Hating ass nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
You ain't getting money? Get the fuck from 'round me
You're pillow talking? Get the fuck from 'round me
Dabber jackers, get the fuck from 'round me
You gon' shoot nothing? Get the fuck from 'round me
You're known for cuffing, get the fuck from 'round me
Bitch, if you ain't talking 'bout nothing, get the fuck around me
If your friend ugly, get the fuck from 'round me

[Verse 1]
They act like they know me now
Sensei, nigga, the Golden Child
Country fried chicken, my up north nigga come to get it
He said he like country style
Came up, nigga selling break down
I cook it for you, I'ma take out a 9
Chop a nigga, gon' respect mine
Got newborn 9, bedtime
I'm hearing static, think the Feds on the line
Tell me how the blind gon' lead the blind
Different type of nigga, one of a kind
Different flavor cookie, one every kind
.40 rapping like it's signed
Touched down, nigga, prime time
They trying to buy work through the grapevine
Tell Auntie I don't sell dimes
5.56, get hit with the 9 nine times
Pussy nigga, hope you got nine lives
Wait, play with the keys, no eyes
If you ain't getting money, get the fuck from 'round me
MONY POWR RSPT staying down
Heavyweight champion, pound-for-pound
Nigga get found in that lost and found
I got two choppers, nigga, two hundred rounds

[Chorus]
I don't need nan nigga vouching
Stuffed up with hundreds, don't sit on them couches
Fresh off the 80 dollars, a nigga doubt me
Fresh cut
Seven grams, staying down, turned it to a hundred thousand
Trapped at the housing
I paid the rent for a year straight in my public housing
Ride around with that chopper, my nigga might blast [?] Audi
Hating ass nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
You ain't getting money? Get the fuck from 'round me
You're pillow talking? Get the fuck from 'round me
Dabber jackers, get the fuck from 'round me
You gon' shoot nothing? Get the fuck from 'round me
You known for cuffing, get the fuck from 'round me
Bitch, if you ain't talking 'bout nothing, get the fuck around me
If your friend ugly, get the fuck from 'round me

[Verse 2]
Fuck nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
Hating nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
Ugly bitches, get the fuck from 'round me
Fifty on me like they already signed me
Chopper work off in the hood on consignment
Three bitches like I'm Frankie Lymon
Fifty pointer Rollie, got perfect timing
Still in the trap, nigga, you know where to find me
Juug off a mountain, I'm rock climbing
Send the bitch home like I'm Simon
Whip on the left, I got dope on my diamonds
Come and shoot your trap up in the Mazi
These niggas be lying
I'm in the jungle, I'm a lion
Poured about four lines
Then I serve a junkie a line at the same damn time

[Chorus]
I don't need nan nigga vouching
Stuffed up with hundreds, don't sit on them couches
Fresh off the 80 dollars, a nigga doubt me
Fresh cut
Seven grams, staying down, turned it to a hundred thousand
Trapped at the housing
I paid the rent for a year straight in my public housing
Ride around with that chopper, my nigga might blast [?] Audi
Hating ass nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
You ain't getting money? Get the fuck from 'round me
You're pillow talking? Get the fuck from 'round me
Dabber jackers, get the fuck from 'round me
You gon' shoot nothing? Get the fuck from 'round me
You known for cuffing, get the fuck from 'round me
Bitch, if you ain't talking 'bout nothing, get the fuck around me
If your friend ugly, get the fuck from 'round me