Running Circles
Ain't too much talkin
My mind running circles
You won't hear me often
Too many shadows behind my back
I think I'm a walking target
We put holes inside his car
We made lil buddy park it
I got so many drugs, I serve it like a mini market
Body-ody-ah (know I got it)
Killin this shit, it's homicide
I'm on the way, who comin?
Money stand tall, Paul Bunyan
Get on the stand and lie to your honor
Ain't no honor, ain't no trust
I'm finna fuck this bitch, I'm flying out my crush
We get the type of money to make these bitches hush
She popped a perc, she sleep
I popped a perc, I'm geeked
My cup look just like the Atlantic, I dove right in the sea
Came from hell, from the belly of the beast
YSL, for the smell of the week
Don't gossip, so don't tell it to me
Mufasa, I feel like a King
Got a Glock, it came with a beam (okay)
Heard shots when we stepped on the scene (okay)
Not in love, I sold her a dream
Need the money, the feta, the cream
Ain't too much talkin
My mind running circles
You won't hear me often (okay)
Too many shadows behind my back
I think I'm a walking target
We put holes inside his car
We made lil buddy park it
I got so many drugs, I serve it like a mini market
Body-ody-ah (know I got it)
Killin this shit, it's homicide
My mind running circles
You won't hear me often
Too many shadows behind my back
I think I'm a walking target
We put holes inside his car
We made lil buddy park it
I got so many drugs, I serve it like a mini market
Body-ody-ah (know I got it)
Killin this shit, it's homicide
I'm on the way, who comin?
Money stand tall, Paul Bunyan
Get on the stand and lie to your honor
Ain't no honor, ain't no trust
I'm finna fuck this bitch, I'm flying out my crush
We get the type of money to make these bitches hush
She popped a perc, she sleep
I popped a perc, I'm geeked
My cup look just like the Atlantic, I dove right in the sea
Came from hell, from the belly of the beast
YSL, for the smell of the week
Don't gossip, so don't tell it to me
Mufasa, I feel like a King
Got a Glock, it came with a beam (okay)
Heard shots when we stepped on the scene (okay)
Not in love, I sold her a dream
Need the money, the feta, the cream
Ain't too much talkin
My mind running circles
You won't hear me often (okay)
Too many shadows behind my back
I think I'm a walking target
We put holes inside his car
We made lil buddy park it
I got so many drugs, I serve it like a mini market
Body-ody-ah (know I got it)
Killin this shit, it's homicide
Credits
Writer(s): Makale Hawkins
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