Round Of Applause Lyrics

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She was the one that told me

She gave me the drop on her

That some shit, some shit done happened

She gave me the drop on her

Facts, I love you bro

Love you too brodie

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Round of applause

She make it clap

I put my heart in the Dale

I put the shit on the map

Free SB. Free my Grinchstas. Free my niggas banging Mack

Nigga got took down for a pound

No, you can't get that shit back

550 for straps

S-550

Ambient light in the back

This the life I'm living, ain't no cap in my rap

I'm in that Range truck, pushin' that shit with a Scat

Hop in that P530, It's triple black

Made me a play for the free, imma triple that

Let me use your account for a half a rack

I'm jacking from Apple

These down bad niggas eat Apple Jacks

I'm the fraud father

Hit me on Tele

Post on the block, they was lookin' for Velly

Tenth grade, too clean up in the Helly

Alprazolam, imma sell it

That Percocet breakin' down right in my belly

Club Quarters with my bitch in the telly

I'm rockin' them Air Forces and I'm better than Nelly

Wock or the Tris it don't matter, lil' nigga

I'm in the field where they followin' niggas

If I catch me a opp, imma shoot at that nigga

Walk Down, UH

Send shots at that nigga

Imaa go slide by myself

Ain't no room in this whip

Just me and my Glock in this bitch

If a opp at the party, I'm stoppin' that shit

50 round Glock, it don't stop when it hit

I hit the road with my labs

I done gave niggas my last

But that's in the past

I'm my own lane, nigga

I'm doin' the dash

No, I ain't lettin' them pass

I was breaking down Quarter pounds, when it's time for a class

Willz got a new Benz and it's a C-Class

I got a piece, imma call it a free pass

My cousin died

I was totin' that stick at the repass

I'm reppin' FreeMoney

Drop the lo, I'm tryna see somethin'

Love the fraud, I'm steady piece punchin'

Rob him, now he tryna keep somethin'

Baby Glo, he said he somethin'

Up my stick

I had that little boy runnin'

Made it light 20 bands off a hundred

My chopper big as an H3 Hummer

Fuck niggas talkin' bout twin

Free L

Free Bilal

Free Pronto

RIP HK nigga

RIP Keoni nigga

Free Free

Back in this bitch, imma end with a bang

And this 808 bumping comin' straight from Lang

Pants G-Star

Hoodie on me, Helmut Lang

Tell that boy put on that helmet

I'm hittin' for brains

How he a hitta'

Never seen him in the range

They want the old Glo

But I swear I never changed

Doin' 120 in the HOV lane

Give me some money

Imma go split it with gang

1900 Bitch