Rich Homie Quan — Keep Me From Round

(Intro) Thats Right 2 Aye Keep me from around that bullshit Them lame hoes And them hating niggas Aye (Hook) Can't show a lame nigga too much So I don't bring em round Them same niggas who was up Funny they need me now Can't learn the game outta no book So let me teach you how Too get rich and not make a sound Keep me from round Them low digits Keep me from round Broke bitches Keep Me From Round Hoe Niggas Keep me from round Yo sister Keep me from round Niggas still baggin sacks You need at least a pound Like a bitch who got that package Keep me from round (Verse 1) Say you wanna squash that beef Ok cool then Well I'm thinking about eating that beef Give me a spoon then I'm a need some with alot of speed Sumn I can zoom That pussy so good to me I might let her move in Lift the whole 50 on my roof So they notice me My foreign hoe pronounce My shoe "Lois v" Money surround me so a broke nigga can't get close to me My bitch bad like yo hoe suppose to be My wrist cold more like 4 degree Don't get me pissed off real niggas on go for me Got a bitch that bust them blunts And 1 to roll the weed I say rich homie baby So you know​ it's me (Hook) Can't show a lame nigga too much So I don't bring em round Them same niggas who was up Funny they need me now Can't learn this game outta no book So let me teach you how Too get rich and not make a sound Keep me from round Them low digits Keep me from round Broke bitches Keep Me From Round Hoe Niggas Keep me from round Yo sister Keep me from round Niggas still baggin sacks You need at least a pound Like a bitch who got that pack Keep me from round (Verse 2) I Throw The K Like A Pitcher Show Me The Mound Why You Don't Like Them Niggas? No Reason Found Measurement For My Head Bitch, I Need A Crown With Two Loaves Of Bread I Can Feed The Town Keep Me From Round Like I Got A Cold Money Come & Go Have Em Runnin, Like A Snotty Nose I Gotta Go, Stack Some Extra Funds Lookin For My Pot Of Gold, I'm Sumn Like A Leprechaun And This Ever Run I Been Gettin It Gone, And I Been Gettin It My Plug A Mexican Stop That Flexxiconn, Boy Yu Kiddin And Ima Stack It To The Ceilin My Delivery Worth A Milli And I'm Spittin, I Got More Bars Than The Penitentiary (Hook) Can't show a lame nigga too much So I don't bring em round Them same niggas who was up Funny they need me now Can't learn this game outta no book So let me teach you how Too get rich and not make a sound Keep me from round Them low digits Keep me from round Broke bitches Keep Me From Round Hoe Niggas Keep me from round Yo sister Keep me from round Niggas still baggin sacks You need at least a pound Like a bitch who got that pack Keep me from round