"get from round me (2015)" lyrics

Ay
Time to wild out
Time to get rowdy
Time to tilt the bottle up 'til we get drowsy
Time to light joints 'til the room gets cloudy
And if you ain't with it, get from 'round me
(Bitch, so get from 'round me)
Birds eye view
All I do is me, I ain't changin' up for you
(Bitch, so get from 'round me)
Do what I do
And all I do is me, y'all should do the same too

Bitch, so get from 'round me
Hey, hello, howdy
White boy star in the game like Gronkowski
Ask 'em where they found me
Fairfield County
Out in CT with a tray full of brownies
And they got the weed in 'em
Now I'm out floatin'
Up on cloud nine with my phone sayin' roaming
Landed Las Vegas for a little fear of 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
And 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

Time to wild out
Time to get rowdy
Time to tilt the bottle up 'til we get drowsy
Time to light joints 'til the room gets cloudy
And if you ain't with it, get from 'round me
(Bitch, so get from 'round me)
Birds eye view
All I do is me, I ain't changin' up for you
(Bitch, so get from 'round me)
Do what I do
And all I do is me, y'all should do the same too
Yeah

So get from 'round me
Get up out my sector
Hip-hop professor
Beanie and a sweatshirt
Throwin' down lectures
Rollin' up the best purp
Now I'm so high that I'm not sure if I can rep Earth
'Cause I'm a
Extraterrestrial smokin' out at a festival
Until I'm half way to bein' a vegetable
Now I'm merely sensible
My mental brain chemicals are to the point of not even bein' fuckin' correctable

But they all know, know, know, know
Know we won't stop
Ain't nobody go so loco
That's why we on top
We goin' so hard when we roll through
They ain't keepin' up with all the shit we do
Runnin' with the booze
Breakin' all the rules
Knock out and do it again when I come to

Time to wild out
Time to get rowdy
Time to tilt the bottle up 'til we get drowsy
Time to light joints 'til the room gets cloudy
And if you ain't with it, get from 'round me
(Bitch, so get from 'round me)
Birds eye view
All I do is me, I ain't changin' up for you
(Bitch, so get from 'round me)
Do what I do
And all I do is me, y'all should do the same too

And that's that
Webby
Shout to C-Lance
You know
2015 'til motherfuckin' forever
We out here
We hungry
Let's go