The Diplomats - Get From Round Me lyrics

Get from 'round me

Get from 'round me

Get from 'round me

{Jha Jha's in this muh' fucka)

get from 'round me

I'm the definition of, half lady half thug

Half crazy, half hazey puffin on them drugs

Half dizzy, half sizzy, sippin' on syzurp

Half rich, cuz you kno ya girls a hustla

I got my money up, now I can pop shit

Still hit that purple punch, fuck a style-Cris'

Fuck from round here, bitch I got a wild clique

Thought that you was poppin' off before, what now bitch

I'm one up on you hoes, I don't fuck wit you hoes

Phony bitches I will DUMP on you hoes

I ain't a spotlight chick, I stays on the low

Keep my money on my mind and my mind on my dough

And I roll right, Dro tight you kno that flow like no other

So gutta, You gotta fuckin love her

They gotta fuckin' love her, look how them jeans hug her

Playa hatas suck a dick all you cock suckas

You don't puff what I puff, get from 'round me

You ain't crunk, you a punk, get from 'round me

You ain't down to dump when I dump, get from 'round me

Nigga get from 'round me, Nigga get from 'round me

And if you a phony ass hoe, then get from 'round me

Broke ain't trickin' no dough, then get from 'round me

In my grill tryna pimp up all the Dro, Bitch get from 'round me

Shawty get from 'round me, shawty get from 'round me

Teachers used to down me, teachers used to clown me

Now look I'm made, paid, screamin' get from 'round me

You wanna learn how to get rich, stick around me

If not, get from 'round me, you hot, get from 'round me

You eat cheese, talk to cops, get from 'round me

Stop, man that's not what's around me (nope)

Niggaz get popped up around me it's not fun around me

It's shotguns sround me (bank)

Tell a chick if she round me, quick and profoundly

If you don't swollow what comes out this dick get from 'round me

I'm a pimp, lobster and shrimp, hit the strip and get from 'round me

B-b-b-b-b-bitch, get from 'round me

Get from 'round me, the Big Apple's boss, get ya apple tossed

Come through apple porche, color of apple sauce

They hound us surround but don't clown us

We on the Greyhound bus wit pounds, get from 'round us

Now when I roll up to the spot you'll know

See the escalades wit the spades 24's

I'm doin' big thangs, now I got a lot to show

I still ain't content homey I gotta get mo'

How I know bitches talk behind my back when they ain't round me

Gossip tellin' lies on a chick when they ain't round me

Even try and let my man hit when they ain't round me

Then act like everything is perfect when they get around me

I'm a top notch bitch, you about a piece of shit

Yo net worth is zilch, up yo game a couple bricks

I up my game 80%, you can tell by the wrists

Went from walkin' everywhere to shotgun in the 6

I'm bout to bomb me a bitch, go Sadaam on a bitch

Blow yoself to smitherines, goin' strong on them hits

On a high speed paper chase, no time to hesitate

Y'all bitches ain't down, ain't holdin no pounds, get out my fuckin' face