Rounds August Alsina

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[Intro]
Throw that NO up
H-Town down
That's for my homies
That's for my rounds
All that heavy syrup sippin'
Count by the pound
Keep that candy paint drippin'
Chop, chop, screwin' up the sound

[Chorus]
Throw that NO up
H-Town down (Hol' up)
That's for my homies (Hol' up)
That's for my rounds (Hol', hol' up)
All that heavy syrup sippin'
Count by the pound (Hol' up)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (Hol' up)
Chop, chop, screwin' up the sound (Hol', hol' up)

[Verse 1]
I got, I got, I got hoes out the 504
Out the 713 and out the 281 for sure
Shout out my niggas out the 818 and 404
But this one for my NO rounds and my Houston folk
Held me down for sure
Taught me to not cook when niggas get buck
Dirty Sprite all in my cup
Drip, drip, all down my truck
Break the rock down and serve it up
The ladies buss down for real niggas (Down)
Tryna be around the trill niggas
Who'll talk slow and kill quick
If you came up 'round real shit, bet you gon' feel this