Round Here (remix) Lyrics - Abra Cadabra

Biz 

Giggs 

Yo 

You don't wanna stop 'round here 

You don't wanna plot 'round here, nah 

Big four fizzy in the hand 

Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear 

You don't wanna stop 'round here 

You don't wanna plot 'round here, nah 

Big four fizzy in the hand 

Kick off your headtop clear, yo 

Check 1, four fizzy in the air 

One shot, two shot, three shot, clear 

And you know that we got a transit spare 

Case we gotta run up on your rear 

Man don't care if you go gym and UNO 

Or if you rock Moncler 

Talking tough? Man might call that bluff 

Then next thing you know, you disappear 

Dear oh dear, I don't wanna hear no he said, she said 

He's gonna do that, my G, you're on ket 

Badboy on the internet 

But in real life, man ah man know that you're just wet 

Talk out the side of your mout, but one thing I know 

My name, you're gonna respect 

Violation or wasting my time 

You already know that's something I won't let 

Man wanna go on like some Musketeer 

Talk about P, my P, you're not near 

500 when I step into gear 

Look in the rear view, don, you're not there 

Ten years plus, yo, I know it's not fair 

And I'll do another ten, I can see clear 

I'm on a different page 

Two seventeen, I'm on a different wave 

You don't wanna stop 'round here 

You don't wanna plot 'round here, nah 

Big four fizzy in the hand 

Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear 

You don't wanna stop 'round here 

You don't wanna plot 'round here, nah 

Big four fizzy in the hand 

Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear 

You don't wanna stop 'round here 

You don't wanna plot 'round here, nah 

Big four fizzy in the hand 

Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear 

You don't wanna stop 'round here 

You don't wanna plot 'round here, nah 

Big four fizzy in the hand 

Kick off your headtop clear, yo 

Man's that kid that's local, vocal 

DJ, mix that Pro Tool 

He say, she say, so-called, so what? 

Babe, quick, get that phone call 

If that strap's got sixteen bullets 

Man gon' get that total 

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze 

Greaze, greaze, greaze 

It's that kid that flipped that token 

Grabbed that, left that broken 

It's that kid that lit that spliff 

What, Biz, what? Get that potion 

It's that kid that knocked that door 

What? Knock-knock, kicked that open 

Greaze, greaze, please 

Leave man, please 

Man just crept and tiptoed and hold 'em 

Clip the prick that's been chosen 

Man just lit the pricks up and smoke 'em 

Man get lifted and soaken 

Man get gassed up off all this social 

Man's got big shit in motion 

Man's too sick to be loafing, joking 

Man's too big to be boasting 

You don't wanna stop 'round here 

You don't wanna plot 'round here, nah 

Big four fizzy in the hand 

Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear 

You don't wanna stop 'round here 

You don't wanna plot 'round here, nah 

Big four fizzy in the hand 

Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear 

You don't wanna stop 'round here 

You don't wanna plot 'round here, nah 

Big four fizzy in the hand 

Kick off your headtop clear, clear, clear 

You don't wanna stop 'round here 

You don't wanna plot 'round here, nah 

Big four fizzy in the hand 

Kick off your headtop clear, yo 

London boys 

(Trackerz)