| I’m runnin' circles around these niggas |
| I’m runnin' circles around these niggas |
| I’m runnin' circles around these niggas |
| I’m One two-eighty five around the squash niggas |
| These… monkey |
| He be in the circus |
| These niggas be jealous |
| These niggas worthless |
| You Mr. never get no pussy you a virgin |
| I’m Mr. hit her and her friend I’m Mr. Posse |
| I’m not from Earth |
| I’m not an earthling |
| I try to hit her with your friend that nigga nervous |
| He blew the lid we down to have six hndred thirty |
| Laws on my dick one of your boy I woulda murked him |
| I’m a baller and my birthday |
| Is every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Thursday |
| If it’s a Gucci show them bitches come in early |
| I’m polo down looking like Huxtable Lane nerdy |
| I’m killin' these hoes |
| I aint now too impressed nobody but my P.O. |
| I like my bitches rollin' |
| I like my weed rolled |
| And I got deep pockets and she got a deep throat |
| We watch out for police that be in street clothes |
| You niggas washed up like some f**kin' clean clothes |
| My bitch shootin' at you while I re-load |
| Sometimes I feel possesed hope I don’t get repo’d |
| Lil Tunechi in this bitch I’m with Gucci in this bitch |
| Oozie extra clips skateboard kick flip |
| Runnin circles around these niggas til they dizzy |
| I f**k a bitch to that Drizzy |
| Eat that pussy if it’s pretty |
| Runnin cirlces around em three sixty Tunechi |
| Runnin circles, I’m smokin' purple |
| Cause I’m a boss and you a worker |
| You got suspenders on like Steve Urkel |
| And if you run up on me |
| I’ll murk ya |
| Yeah I’ll hurt ya, yeah l dirt ya |
| Don’t mention your boys |
| Cause they’ll dessert yea |
| Say she a dime, but she aint worth it |
| Two six not even a burglar |
| But she’s a burglar, went from a fat girl |
| I got the scrap, you better act girl |
| Just like you know me, they call me Gucci |
| I ball like Kobe |
| You know I’m shootin' |