Enough Rounds – Song and Lyrics by 1takejay

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Enough Rounds’ by 1takejay. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 1takejay or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

(Larry Jayy, get all the hits)

Times changin’
And not no motherfuckin’ daylight savings (ayy)
That chopper ate a nigga back like acne
I left my kids on your bitch back and I taped it
The new youth for the world in the whirlwind
It’s more better when your girl got a girlfriend
Suicide, got the head like a turban
Left my slime on her belly like a serpent

Oh my God, I’m a lord of the zombies
Lay her body on the floor like a carpet
Put a pole at the door, that’s my side piece
So in that bitch just like a sword, get your car hit
My nigga jewelry on the side ’cause the IRS be goin’ in my bank
I got gold on my neck, I got Louis on my face
I got Louis on my feet, put a halo on my ass
Told God, “I ain’t scared, give me pearls off the gates”

I’m on
Chopper with the beam like red, like green, like gold
Shinin’ like a streetlight, diamonds in my teeth, I glow
Ayy, I fucked her on a free night, threw her on the sink like soap
I know they secretly hate us, bust down that piece like invasions

Oh, she said she want it (she said)
She said, “I don’t beg but I’m on it” (yeah)
I said, “Settle down, hold down” (wait, hold up I ‘m finna turn this bitch up)
I got enough rounds to go ’round

Give a bitch rounds, Mayweather (Mayweather)
I only nutted like once, bitch, do better (do better)
Niggas bank account empty, new dresser (you broke)
You broker than a nigga with a cast, nigga, do better
Lyin’, niggas talk shit that I ain’t buyin’
I keep a gold rapper like a VVS diamond (VVS diamond)
Magnums, if you ain’t get it, that’s tragic
Now I know who be at home whackin’
I’on lift waste unless I’m pickin’ up a backend (backend)
Turn around for what? I look at cameras when I back in (when I back in)
You in that old ass whip but it ain’t classic (but it ain’t classic)
If it ain’t push start, trash (start, trash)

I’m on
Chopper with the beam like red, like green, like gold
Shinin’ like a streetlight, diamonds in my teeth, I glow
Ayy, I fucked her on a free night, threw her on the sink like soap
I know they secretly hate us, bust down that piece like invasions

Oh, she said she want it (she said)
She said, “I don’t beg but I’m on it” (yeah)
I said, “Settle down, hold down”
I got enough rounds to go ’round (go ’round)