Round Em UpFredo Santana

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang 2 bitch
Sosa bitch
O'Block
Bang, bang

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I be high as fuck, racked up, mounted up
You lie and stuff
I go down to the mall and I buy it all
My home boys, I buy it all
X6, mounted up
Racks up in my pocket and you know these bitches rounded up
Fuck niggas frown and stuff
But we don’t care, we round them up
Knock them down like dominoes
Bullets shoot they fly and stuff
Please don't challenge us
We shoot up your Challenger
We the squad, hammered up, we too busy turn it up

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Assassins blasting, I make this money fly and shit
It's looking like magic
Chief Sosa not average
I call up Tray Savage, you get robbed for your carrots
Going at me, that’s embarrassing
My boys send you to Neverland
And they keep them TECs in hand
While Chief Sosa keep checks in hand
This money I’m inheriting you slow like promethazine
I love getting off on promethazine
Earth OG and swishers they keep me in the heaven land
I love getting off on promethazine
Earth OG and swishers they keep me in the heaven land

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I be high as fuck, racked up, mounted up
You lie and stuff
I go down to the mall and I buy it all
My home boys, I buy it all
X6, mounted up
Racks up in my pocket and you know these bitches rounded up
Fuck niggas frown and stuff
But we don’t care, we round them up
Knock them down like dominoes
Bullets shoot they fly and stuff
Please don't challenge us
We shoot up your Challenger
We the squad, hammered up, we too busy turn it up

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Fredo in the cut, hell that’s a scary sight
Play with us you lose your life
We take your life not thinking twice
Fuck with us, you die tonight, all we do is carry pipes
You ain’t with the shit well god damn you live a scary life
High as fuck, dump it up, ride around in Beamer trucks
Problem with us? We up them poles, then fucking shoot your momma up
Ball hard, my dollars’ up
Rep my set I throw it up
Who is you? Can’t roll with us
We don’t fuck with fuck niggas
Hell nah, that ain’t us
GBE my squad I trust
Big guns, rocket stuff, we shooting shit, dropping stuff
Bad bitches topping us, 300 gang no stopping us
Bad bitches topping us, 300 gang no stopping us

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I be high as fuck, racked up, mounted up
You lie and stuff
I go down to the mall and I buy it all
My home boys, I buy it all
X6, mounted up
Racks up in my pocket and you know these bitches rounded up
Fuck niggas frown and stuff
But we don’t care, we round them up
Knock them down like dominoes
Bullets shoot they fly and stuff
Please don't challenge us
We shoot up your Challenger
We the squad, hammered up, we too busy turn it up