Round ’Em Up Fredo Santana (Ft. Chief Keef)

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

[Chorus: 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 homeboys, I buy it all, X6 is mounted up
Racks up in my pocket and you know these bitches rounded up
Fuck niggas frowned up
But we don’t care, we round 'em 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 turning 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 karats
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 promethazine
Earth OG and Swishers, it keep me in the heaven land
I love getting off promethazine
Earth OG and Swishers, it keep me in the heaven land