Small Circle Lyrics

(He gon' shoot)

(I seen Lee up on the news)

It looks like you lost another one

Don't play with my brother acting wild know he gon' shoot

Ain't been the same my heart been broke since I seen Lee up on the news

Not one to trip about the price but I spent racks all on these shoes

They don't want beef they turn to vegans carrot diamonds on my tooth

Handy Manny with that tool ain't got no screws this shit get loose

At the red light hit the gas feel like I'm racing you gon' lose

Givenchy sweaters it get cold all on my chains like Kente Kun

You said it's up don't give a fuck 'bout what you say do what it do

Bimmers back to back roll down the window we gon' shoot

It's crazy how they did me wrong been had my heart broke

Flawless diamonds 'round my neck it made my heart cold

Foreign bitch from Trinidad she love how my shit 'All Gold'

Stuntin' on 'em, run up a check and cop another coupe

Steppin' on 'em, walk through the rain in some designer shoes

Run down on 'em, up with the Glock I bet he make the news

Take the lead and let 'em follow I can't follow I'm gon' break the rules

(Yeah)

Gotta keep my circle small can't let nobody get too close

Had cut off all my friends and all the ones I loved the most

To the ones that did me wrong I hope you watch and listen close

So many thoughts up in my head I might just up it ain't no joke

Oh I got big sticks, big guns, big drums, lethal weapons

Big risks all for the money just got another backend

Ain't got no love I'm steady searching for can't seem to find it

I'm not gon' trip about that shit whatever happens, happens

Don't play with my brother acting wild know he gon' shoot

Ain't been the same my heart been broke since I seen Lee up on the news

Not one to trip about the price but I spent racks all on these shoes

They don't want beef they turn to vegans carrot diamonds on my tooth

Handy Manny with that tool ain't got no screws this shit get loose

At the red light hit the gas feel like I'm racing you gon' lose

Givenchy sweaters it get cold all on my chains like Kente Kun

You said it's up don't give a fuck 'bout what you say do what it do

(Woah, woah)

Yeah (woah)

My shit he froze up

I hear they talkin' like they know but they don't know us

Said she don't want me cut her off just like a cold cut

I keep it on me when I ride, I like to hold sum

New bitch think the a skeez, told her to get on her knees

Her nigga mad she want me, I'm gon' bless him like a sneeze

I'm gon' go do what I please, said I'm gon' do what I want

New foreign truck lift it up I still ain't givin' a fuck

Can't hang 'round with no new ones just the same people

Not for the fame people hard to trust can't hang wit 'em

They said he dangerous, 'Lil Q' ride around got that thang wit 'em

I just be stylish fresh as fuck in some Balmain denim

Circle small, who gon' have my back to watch for when I fall

Fear no man, standing on ten no I can't let them thrall

Circle small, keeping 'em close I swear we all gon ball

I love my brothers to the end swear they can't do no wrong

Don't play with my brother acting wild know he gon' shoot

Ain't been the same my heart been broke since I seen Lee up on the news

Not one to trip about the price but I spent racks all on these shoes

They don't want beef they turn to vegans carrot diamonds on my tooth

Handy Manny with that tool ain't got no screws this shit get loose

At the red light hit the gas feel like I'm racing you gon' lose

Givenchy sweaters it get cold all on my chains like Kente Kun

You said it's up don't give a fuck 'bout what you say do what it do

(Woah, woahh)

(It's crazy how they did me wrong been had my heart broke)

(Flawless diamonds 'round my neck it made my heart cold)

(Foreign bitch from Trinidad she love how my shit 'All Gold')