Video Rounds de August Alsina 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

August Alsina - Rounds Lyrics

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

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)

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

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)
Throw that No up (No up)
H-Town down (H-Town down)
That's for my homies (Homies)
That's for my rounds (Rounds)
All that heavy syrup sippin'
Count by the pound (Hol' up)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (Drip, drip, drip)
Chop, chop, screwin' up the sound (Hol', hol' up)

Girl what you, what you, what you need? (Hot, hot, hot)
You want a hot boy
Four hunnid degrees on the blackboard (Hot, hot, hot)
You need a ice cream man who can serve (Hot, hot, hot)
Bend corners, never ride on the curb (Hot)
Trappin' ain't easy, but it's under control (Under control)
Never gon' forget what you told me (No)
Same girls tryna sex you up
Be the main ones tryna set you up
Rest in peace to Elliott
I feel you look down from Heaven
If you came across Mel and Chandra
Let 'em know it ain't been the same since they left
But I'm still alive, so I'm blessed (I'm blessed)
To keep buildin' and growin'
Gotta keep goin', rep where I came from and you know it

Throw that No up
H-Town down (H-Town down)
That's for my homies (Yeah, yeah)
That's for my rounds (For my rounds)
All that heavy syrup sippin' (Yeah, yeah)
Count by the pound (Count by the pound)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (Drip, drop)
Chop, chop, screwin' up the sound
Oh, throw that No up (No up)
H-Town down (H-Town down)
That's for my homies (Homies)
That's for my rounds (Rounds, rounds, rounds)
All that heavy syrup sippin' (Oh yeah)
Count by the pound (Oh yeah)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (Drip, drop)
Chop, chop, screwin' up the sound (Hol', hol' up)

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