Rounds - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Where my bad bitches?

Where my real niggas?

(Ferno you spazzin')

(2Ezzy on some other shit)

Yeah-yeah

(Makurmula)

Yeah-yeah

Let's go, uh

[Verse 1]

Yeah you got me, yeah, you bad, yeah, you different

But I cannot let anyone just play with my feelings

Yeah, I came from the trenches where we lurkin' and we spinnin'

Where the hoes cold-hearted but us niggas got feelings

Vibin' with my dawgs, talking 'bout the love we lost

Talking 'bout my guys in the sky and the fake ones here, it just throws me off

Baby, let me come chill with you

This a life of a real nigga

It just come with some stressin', I'ma need some sexin'

Let me just deal with you, let me, baby

Let me rub on thighs

Let me eat it while I'm lookin' in your damn eyes

Beat the cat up love it when I'm strokin' from the side

And we end it off with some backshots

Better put your face down

'Cause we bought to go rounds

And fuck the nigga you was fuckin' with

You here, now you lovin' it, ain't no more clowns

Baby, let's go make love in the Rolls Royce

Got a nigga talking 'bout you to my homeboys

Is you gon' ride, put that blicky on your body?

Commit a crime, you ain't tellin' anybody

[Chorus]

Fuck-fuck

Fuckin' and fuckin'

Fuck, fuck-fuck

Fuckin' and fuckin', all night

Lovin' and lovin'

Love, love, lovin' and lovin', all night (Ferno you spazzin')

Rumpin' and rumpin' (2Ezzy on some other shit)

Rum, rum, rumpin' and rumpin', all night (Makurmula)

Fuckin', lovin' and rumpin'

And it's causin' love concussions

[Verse 2]

And you got your bad bitch ways

And you grew up out that little girl phase

Now you ready for a real nigga, fuck a lame

And I hope you know I ain't come to play no games

I'ma put this dick up in your body

Pull up in a Maserati

Come here baby girl jump in

Fuck the world, me and you for the win

I don't wanna be friends