1000 Rounds

Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
 Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
 You fuck with me, yuh (you fuck with me)
 Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
 Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
 Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
 Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
 You fuck with me, yuh (you fuck with me)
 Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
 Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out the beam)
 Throw another one up in the grave, I don't need an AK
 But a double-sided blade in the main vein
 Watching you leak like a broken pipe
 I'm the soft-spoken type but when I channel the archetype
 I cannot speak, only dig deep
 Into abysmal depression to find what I cannot unsee
 I'm a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy
 Calculate everything, reincarnated Crowley
 Fuck the fame, fuck the drugs, I'm on cloud nine
 I meditate, fuck Lavey, you're so fake divine
 I'll bring you back to life to shoot you in your fucking face
 The Black Mage, flip the page while I burn sage
 Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
 Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
 You fuck with me, yuh (you fuck with me)
 Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
 Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out beam)
 Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
 Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
 You fuck with me, yuh (you fuck with me)
 Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene (I pu Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 We don't need no motherfuck' money machine
 We like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
 In the club, throwin' racks and I got swag bustin' out the bag
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 T-Raww pulled up on me in a motherfuckin' Lamb
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 Jumpin' on my dick, jumpin' on my dick, jumpin' on my dick
 'Cause I'm countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 We don't need no motherfuckin' money machine
 We like to touch it, touch it, touch it
 Runnin' up the set, throwin' up the set, bitches on set
 Yeah, got bitches in the hallway
 Dope in the stash, dope in the stash, horse in the back
 Yeah, that Ferrari just foreplay
 Nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag
 Yeah, everybody know me, bitch
 Runnin' up a check, runnin' up a check
 Pateks with the tech if a nigga play me, bitch
 Nigga, go that way, nigga, go that way
 Bitches come this way, bitches wanna kiss me
 Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrrt)
 Don't be actin' shit about the fam
 Don't be readin' shit in Daily Mail
 I just closed a big deal, lookin' through my email
 Watch this shit sell like Adele, yeah
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
 Runnin' through the set, runnin' up a check, runnin' through the bag
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 We don't need no motherfuck' money machine
 We like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
 In the club, throwin' racks and I got swag bustin' out the bag
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 T-Raww pulled up on me in a motherfuckin' Lamb
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 Jumpin' on my dick, jumpin' on my dick, jumpin' on my dick
 'Cause I'm countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 We don't need no motherfuckin' money machine
 We like to touch it, touch it, touch it
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 Uh, bought that whip off the show room (Skrrt, skrrt)
 Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do and that makes her a hoe too
 I'ma bachelor, I ain't got no boo, it's all be solo and nobu
 Uh, drunk off the sake and the soju juice, yeah, drop out, pull up in a old school, ooh
 Drop out but I'm pullin' drops out, got my cock out like I told you
 Heard the rumours 'bout you were so true, you thirsty and you ain't got no juice
 And gettin' bread somethin' that we toast to
 Two girls asked me what I'm gon' do, I said both of you
 You don't know what we have to go through
 All my day ones is my go-tos
 Got my own show just to show you
 I don't trust you as far as I can throw you
 Ch-ch-chop it up like Pro Tools
 White diamonds drippin' like '02
 Niggas want beef but they tofu
 They like G.O.O.D. Music, baby, that's a good move
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
 Runnin' through the set, runnin' up a check, runnin' through the bag
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 We don't need no motherfuck' money machine
 We like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
 In the club, throwin' racks and I got swag bustin' out the bag
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 T-Raww pulled up on me in a motherfuckin' Lamb
 Countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 Jumpin' on my dick, jumpin' on my dick, jumpin' on my dick
 'Cause I'm countin' hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
 We don't need no motherfuckin' money machine
 We like to touch it, touch it, touch it
 2025-10-25 04:18:12