Round Here

[Chorus: T.Y.]

See these young niggas round here (round here)

Really bout that action they'll make you disappear (bye)

Like doing magic

It's real in that field when yo' ass ain't got a ratchet

Before you go with yo' move, think about that action

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen

Tryn' check something round here nigga, that ain't got happen

[Verse 1: T.Y.]

You tryn' check something round here, gon' test your luck

I'm the same nigga who stayed down but now I came up

I got something nasty with a drum on it in the back of the truck

Posted in traffic, move on me and I'm backing you up

Me and Rex were paper chasing not giving a fuck

Bout these hoes, show 'em no love they can't get shit from us

Yea I'm a Uptown nigga living violent as fuck

I would give you the game but you probably fuck that shit up

I don't trust these niggas like I don't trust these hoes

I ride around in my Chevy with my K fully loaded