Circles and Squares
Ran me up a baggg yea I'm lovin' all this money
Keep my circle small cause these squares act so funnyyy
If I give you my all... will you promise just to love me
And We turnin up, we going ape, We going dummy
They just want some fame from me
They ain't really sliden with me
She just want my baby
She ain't really riding with me
Girl you just a thottie
You can't stay the night with me
Blowing on that Cali
Smoking like a chimney
Yea they hatin on me
But they ain't fuckin with me
Niggas say they on that
But they ain't really with it
My homeboy on that molly
Got that nigga trippen
But that's still my brother
I'm sliden for that nigga
She can't do no cart wheel
But me and bro gone flip her
My style so authentic
I do this shit called drippen
Lil baby so bad
She all I want for Christmas
Freee my uncle Rod
He gettin out right after Christmas
You can't ride my wave
You gone end up slippen
Money on my on mind
Fell in love with them blue benjis
Can't forget the 20s
Stack em with the 50s
Fuck them fuck niggas
They hate and they envy
Tryna put on from Palatka
That's my fuckin city
Done hopped up in my bag
And bitch im talkin real deep
Ballin every week
Grind hard and repeat
Telllin people we gone blow
And theyon even believe meee
Ran me up a baggg yea I'm lovin' all this money
Keep my circle small cause these squares act so funny
If I give you my all, will you promise just to love me
And We turnin up, we going ape, We going dummy
I can't trust you, you tried to put the Blame on me my nigga fuck you
I supposed to cheated that night, Couldn't even bust you
Bitch you burned your bridge with me
Lil hoe fuck ya fuck ya ummmm
Put it on my soleeeee unmmmmm
Can't trust no hoeeeee yea yea
You was my nigga you switched up on me
Tried to fuck my bitch fucked up my Trust ummmmmm
Told my daddy that I love em
Tryna make it out this jungleee
All this weight on my shoulders
Can't have no squares up in my circleee
Told my momma that I love her
I can't put no one above herrr
I can't change, ran a bag up hmm, I stayed the same
You was my nigga but you tried to put the blame on me
Through my music I'm expressing all my painnn
Ran me up a baggg yea I'm lovin' all this money
Keep my circle small cause these squares act so funnyyy
If I give you my all... will you promise just to love me
And We turnin up, we going ape, We going dummy
Walking through the rain, man I'm walking through these puddles
You a dumb bitch hell nahh I can't cuff you
Jboe that's my slimee mhmm that's my brudda
That bitch say she love me back nahh I can't trust you
Yea I'm from the trenches tryna make it out the struggle
And I Told my momma, yea one day we gone bubble
Police killed my daddy, man I swear I feel like fuck em
Long live pops man I swear I really love ya
Ran me up a baggg yea I'm lovin' all this money
Keep my circle small cause these squares act so funnyyy
If I give you my all... will you promise just to love me
And We turnin up, we going ape, We going dummy
Bubba blessed bitch
Yea we in this bitch
Million dollar hits ayyee
Got her on my dick
Cause I'm bout to blow
And I'm filthy rich
I told her come get ayyee
Million dollars hit
Cause we in this bitch ayyee
Million hits, that's it
Keep my circle small cause these squares act so funnyyy
If I give you my all... will you promise just to love me
And We turnin up, we going ape, We going dummy
They just want some fame from me
They ain't really sliden with me
She just want my baby
She ain't really riding with me
Girl you just a thottie
You can't stay the night with me
Blowing on that Cali
Smoking like a chimney
Yea they hatin on me
But they ain't fuckin with me
Niggas say they on that
But they ain't really with it
My homeboy on that molly
Got that nigga trippen
But that's still my brother
I'm sliden for that nigga
She can't do no cart wheel
But me and bro gone flip her
My style so authentic
I do this shit called drippen
Lil baby so bad
She all I want for Christmas
Freee my uncle Rod
He gettin out right after Christmas
You can't ride my wave
You gone end up slippen
Money on my on mind
Fell in love with them blue benjis
Can't forget the 20s
Stack em with the 50s
Fuck them fuck niggas
They hate and they envy
Tryna put on from Palatka
That's my fuckin city
Done hopped up in my bag
And bitch im talkin real deep
Ballin every week
Grind hard and repeat
Telllin people we gone blow
And theyon even believe meee
Ran me up a baggg yea I'm lovin' all this money
Keep my circle small cause these squares act so funny
If I give you my all, will you promise just to love me
And We turnin up, we going ape, We going dummy
I can't trust you, you tried to put the Blame on me my nigga fuck you
I supposed to cheated that night, Couldn't even bust you
Bitch you burned your bridge with me
Lil hoe fuck ya fuck ya ummmm
Put it on my soleeeee unmmmmm
Can't trust no hoeeeee yea yea
You was my nigga you switched up on me
Tried to fuck my bitch fucked up my Trust ummmmmm
Told my daddy that I love em
Tryna make it out this jungleee
All this weight on my shoulders
Can't have no squares up in my circleee
Told my momma that I love her
I can't put no one above herrr
I can't change, ran a bag up hmm, I stayed the same
You was my nigga but you tried to put the blame on me
Through my music I'm expressing all my painnn
Ran me up a baggg yea I'm lovin' all this money
Keep my circle small cause these squares act so funnyyy
If I give you my all... will you promise just to love me
And We turnin up, we going ape, We going dummy
Walking through the rain, man I'm walking through these puddles
You a dumb bitch hell nahh I can't cuff you
Jboe that's my slimee mhmm that's my brudda
That bitch say she love me back nahh I can't trust you
Yea I'm from the trenches tryna make it out the struggle
And I Told my momma, yea one day we gone bubble
Police killed my daddy, man I swear I feel like fuck em
Long live pops man I swear I really love ya
Ran me up a baggg yea I'm lovin' all this money
Keep my circle small cause these squares act so funnyyy
If I give you my all... will you promise just to love me
And We turnin up, we going ape, We going dummy
Bubba blessed bitch
Yea we in this bitch
Million dollar hits ayyee
Got her on my dick
Cause I'm bout to blow
And I'm filthy rich
I told her come get ayyee
Million dollars hit
Cause we in this bitch ayyee
Million hits, that's it
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Writer(s): Jamie Jones Jr.
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