Lyrics Jari$ – Round Here Vol. 2

Round Here Vol. 2 Lyrics – Jari$

Singer: Jari$
Title: Round Here Vol. 2

If you ain’t from where i’m from, you can’t come round here
And you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
Project baby, ain’t nothing but slums round here
Everybody chasing them funds no fun round here [Yeah]

I remember back when – back when I didn’t have nuthin’
Cruisin’ to the top, you know that I ain’t bluffin’
Thought you had me figured out but you was just straight frontin’
Keep it in my City, 4-1-5 till death

Never f#ckin’ stressed, I know that we up next
Everybody from Frisco is really comin’ for your necks
Applyin’ all this pressure leave you haters hella vexed
Lyrical war so why you puttin’ on a vest?

Only headshots we ain’t aimin’ for your chest
We just – keep it hella smooth, when we hoppin’ in the booth
Man we feeling hella juiced we just speak about the truth
Everybody ask me what the f#ck I’m finna do?

Got this damn plan, pursuing at deuce-deuce [22
Man don’t come around here, that’s all we askin’ if you
Wanted me to go nuts so I’m aiming for cash-
You never bout it – and I know that sh#t for a fact

Why you fakin’ on the net? We know you ain’t in the trap
You just roll up real slick just to snap a quick flick
Pull up out the old hood and you ain’t even in your whip
Always tryna front? You’d get clowned round here

Tryna play up both sides, get put down round here
Wouldn’t even stand out you’d be in the crowd round here
Every other city hate us we got the crown round here
If you ain’t from where i’m from, you can’t come round here

And you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
Project baby, ain’t nothing but slums round here
Everybody chasing them funds no fun round here [Yeah]
When it’s the first of the month, you better keep a gun round here

You gon’ get robbed if you show a lil, you can’t stunt round here
We ain’t policin’, we sweepin the streets, my n#gg# believe me
I can’t be your peace, bae I gotta eat if you leavin’ just leave me
I ain’t gon’ sugar coat sh#t, If I feel you a b#tch – you a b#tch

Weed money come too slow I need me a kilo or sniff
And I’m tryna move a whole half, befo’ the end of my shift
I had to get off my #ss you f#ck n#gg#s don’t get my drip
My n#gg# lil crazy he muggin’ the club, yeah he off a bean

The police pull up, the body was missin’ when they hit the scene
You with me or not? You real or you fake there is no in between
Tryna be four pockets full, watch, money tyin’ my jeans
If you ain’t from where i’m from, you can’t come round here

And you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
Project baby, ain’t nothing but slums round here
Everybody chasing them funds no fun round here [Yeah]
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net

You can purchase their music thru 
Amazon Music or Apple Music
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Chrisjenkins - Distance
S.K. - AFIL

Lyrics Jari$ – Round Here Vol. 2

Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.

We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂

You can purchase their music thru 
Amazon Music or Apple Music
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOyh-KhSdM4