Get From Round Me (2015) Chris Webby

[Intro]
Ayy

[Chorus]
Time to wild out (Out), time to get rowdy (Rowdy)
Time to tilt the bottle up 'til we get drowsy (Drowsy)
Time to light joints 'til the room gets cloudy (Yeah)
And if you ain't with it, get from 'round me
(Bitch, so get from 'round me) Bird's-eye view (View)
All I do is me, I ain't changin' up for you (Nah)
(Bitch, so get from 'round me) Do what I do (Do)
And all I do is me, y'all should do the same too (Too), yeah

[Verse 1]
Bitch, so get from 'round me, hey, hello, howdy
White boy star of the game like Gronkowski
Ask 'em where they found me, Fairfield County
Out in CT with a tray full of brownies
And thеy got the weed in 'em, now I'm out floatin'
Up on cloud nine with my phonе sayin' roaming
Land in Las Vegas for a little fear and loathin'
Cigarette holder and bitches with no clothin'
Rollin' up in two helicopters with a crew full of mobsters
Tell me what to say, I'll get a new teleprompter
Juice with a vodka, so step up to the kid
And I'll make you look like a bitch, call me Bruce Jenners's doctor, huh
I'm sick and twisted and lit when I tip my fitted
Throwin' on a finger puppet and flip you my middle digit
To the doubters, to the haters and the critics on the blogs
You can suck my dick, here, let me grab the zipper for you