Yung C3 - Big Rounds (feat. $werve, Dlo, Kappp)

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Swerve
Gang in this bitch
Purple runtz up in this blunt
Bitch it's swerve you know wassup
Play with gang and then it's stuck
We throwing 4's don't give no fucks
I be cooling inna cut
Be tryna focus on them bucks
But if a nigga play it's up
Gone whack him like a hockey puck
Done me mad I'm finna spazz
Fuck a pass we on yoe ass
Hollow points they shoot through glass
Bitch don't get left up in the past
Never switched up on my gang
You niggas switch up for some change
But don't make cents that shit there lame
These niggas outchea switching lanes
Uh uh swerve
You know I'm to cole with verbs
Hop out the car stomp yoe shit to the curve
Hop in that cam then I pull off and swerve
Flow to cold I spit mucus
Been in this shit we ain't new to this
Watch for the snakes listen for the hiss
That bitch ate me up and you gave her kiss
Put a nigga on a shirt frontal
My money long rapunzel
Let a fuck play it's gun smoke
Chasing my money need the bread like pronto
Man these niggas signing papers like car notes
Jack a nigga than go out the back door
Trap too hard get the pack bro
Nigga want smoke we can get it we scrapped bro
Bitch I'm Big 4
Nigga know I'm too cold need a trench coat
Bullets make him duck do the limbo
Beat a nigga ass too bad like kimbo
Stuff a wood 3 6 add a .4
My bitch she bad I'm a nympho
Throwing bullets they fast joe burrow
Leave a nigga dead I ain't showing sorrow
Smittys and glocks you know that we tote em Clips
They be long and these hollows they open
This gas it be purple you know it's potent
High as Pluto this future we smoking
Nickname her super her pussy be soaking
Fuck with the gang and faces go missing
All of these hoes I just might start pimping
I came from the slums if it happened Ian see it
If you wan die try me I mean it
Fuck up your face your face where my feet at
Say we got problems yo sir where the K at
This dick got her running like track ion play that
You shaking you scared than nigga just say that
Gorillas official well bitch we don't play that
Don't want in our den cause that's where the K's at
I don't like your tone your chest where we spray at
Big rounds Big sticks in this bitch
Nigga talk shit get bat in his shit
Getting to the money I'm having that shit
Lame ass niggas all on my dick
Big rounds Big sticks in this bitch
Nigga talk shit get bat in his shit
Getting to the money I'm having that shit
Lame ass niggas all on my dick
OnlyTheGang in this bitch
Real ass nigga ima talk my shit
Ain't with the drama I avoid that shit
But if a nigga want smoke I'm with that shit
Pull up on yo block with this big ole stick
Like a pimple Bitch Ima pop yo shit
Special Ed nigga I ain't got no sense
They hate so much it don't make no sense
When I walk in the room Niggas get real tense
Got swerve in this bitch Finna swerve some shit
Back inna day I used to hop them fence
Mean mug at me Ima bat yo shit
Behind my girl I ain't got no sense
Used to go to the store with only 15 cents
Not tryna buy some shit tryna jack some shit
Don't lack roun me ima snatch yo shit

Written by:
Bruce Banks, Charles Bailey, Donte Brady, Steven Bienemy

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