Round

You the type to spend your fuckin' check to just impress 'em
(Runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round)
Runnin' 'round my head like 40, 50 times a second
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Runnin' 'round my head like 40, 50 times a second
Dirty as a weapon, like a shovel in the desert
Head done leaking, off my broken fuckin' dresser
You the type to spend your fuckin' check to just impress 'em
Phone acting up, throw it up and let it fall
All my old shit doing numbers, haul-haul
Shitball with season, 'cause my brain withdraw
I don’t like making anything normal
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Dark boy Ghostie, I’m a menace 'til the end
Keep a smile up on my face, but you know I’m not your friend
Laces tied, feelings right, just like Mike giving dick to a dyke
Covered in black, but all I see is white
Look at y’all niggas, see the flow then bite
Bunch of niggas looking, I see how you livin'
Keep a chain on 'em, never keep a nigga shiftin'
Sound of music, twirlin', earnin', burnin' off the head
Make a stupid sound, so I can make some stupid bread
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound
Runnin' 'round, making stupid sound, making stupid sound