Running Circles Lyrics

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