ROUND DERE

[intro]
(Shit can get deep round here)

Shit could get deep round here
(Here

Here)

Igga don’t creep round dere

Oh naw

Don’t creep round dere 

(Aye hold on)

Red dots 

(Red dots)

Red dots 

(Say hold on)

[verse]
Shit could get deep round here
Please don’t creep round dere
Might catch a punch to ya jaw
They breaking the law 
You might get killed down there
(Down here)

Call it the slumps
A project 
But trust me 
That glue do stick Around here
(Its getting sticky)

The mans got poles 
Round dere
(It’s getting sticky)

Them mans shooting poles
Down there
(It’s getting wicked)

It’s war outside 
And yall moving 
Like shit ain’t about surviving 
Right now 
(Damn)

They ain’t bombing ya homes 
YALL stay living outside 
Like you can’t get sent 
Right now 
(Got Damn)

Shit get real out dere
Shit get real out here

Said 
This world really be dumb is fuck
We really be living just to flip a buck
My Brodie put me on game
Had to run it up
Have them screaming the gang
When we pulling up

[pre chorus]

(Shit can get deep round here)

Shit could get deep round here
(Here

Here)

Igga don’t creep round dere

Oh naw

Don’t creep round dere 

(Aye hold on)

Red dots 

(Red dots)

Red dots 

(Say hold on)

[chorus]
(Shit can get deep round here)

(Here

Here)

Shit could get deep round here
(Here

Here)

Igga don’t creep round dere

Oh naw

Please Don’t creep round dere 

Red dots 
(Shots

Shots)

Red dots

(Shots

Shots)

Red dots

(Shots

Shots)

Red dots

Ya dead!

[outro]

(Hmmm ohhhh woo)

Yeah dead

(Dead

Dead)

Yea dead

(Ohh wohhh woo)

Ya dead

(Dead)
Dead
(Dead)

Ya dead

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