Circle Small (feat. YBN Nahmir) - Zoey Dollaz

(21, pussy, pussy) shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Pussy, pussy) Ice cream ass niggas (ay, ay) I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games bitch we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred nigga I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Rodney And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Ayy, big dawg Savage (21) Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (on God) Ratchet bitch while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (straight up) Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21) My model bitch be smokin' all the woods, she from Cali' (21) In my Tesla Roadster (21) My pistol out the holster (On God) I'm double cuppin' syrup, bitch, I don't need no coaster (facts) Opps want promotion (pussy) We put 'em on a poster (pussy) I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (pussy) My watch ten bricks (god shit) Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21) Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21) Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21) Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (yeah) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Go, it's your birthday I might throw a couple bands in the worst way Told them hoes to sit down, you in first place Wait hold on... hey... hey... I came here for pussy in the first place (ayy) Come here, now, fuck me, now Wipe me down, not a sound Not a peep, not a tweak Silent bitch, she don't speak Court side to my feet Front row seat, smokin' OG Rollie on me, 40 on me 80 on me, a hundred on me Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake Ooh, bitch, I'm the mothafuckin' man Niggas holdin' onto it, I'ma spend a hundred grand Always smokin' on the drugs, smell the KK when I land I'm a fuckin' rockstar, rockin' for my own band Straight drop up out the pan, bitches call me Cam Told her what's the deal, now she stickin' to the plan Money to the ceilin', nigga it's lookin' like a fan I can't even name how many gears that I ran shit Hope you understand it Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop its your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga

Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money Hmm, I'm on the beach with my feet up, ayy Everybody say I'm switchin', I don't speak up, no, hmm, ayy I just turn my speakers up, hmm, ayy I just turn my speakers up, huh I'm movin' on just like my lease was up, ayy And I'm still poppin' these percs Lil' bitch, I'm geekin' up, huh I might fuck that lil' hoe if she freak enough, ayy Then I have a new bitch 'fore the week was up, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Yeah, ayy) If it ain't 'bout the money (Yeah, ayy, ayy) Now I grind for that money, I got that green, yeah I'm grindin' for that cheese, yeah, that cheese, yeah I run off with your honey, she off the bean, yeah She wanna stay the week I make her leave now, ayy Get higher, yeah, on the West side, yeah All my life, yeah, think that I'ma die here I put some money off to the side, yeah Take a ride with me, yeah Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Ayy) If it ain't 'bout the money (Ayy) (Grra!) One day they caught me loafin' after droppin' off my bitch They sent a couple shots but I'm just glad that nigga missed Ducked down and started clapping, tried to flip that hoe, whip But I would rather take a life before my my mama see me stiff (Ayy, that's on my mama) So I'm clutchin' on that .44 when I'm trippin' Trey paralyzed but I'm just glad that nigga livin' Please don't come to me when that nigga granny end up missin' I was cooling out in Cali, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money

Say I was broke, now that lil' boy up now All the girls, they gon' flock when I touch down (Gang) Flip guns, so I'm gettin' hella bucks now No 'lil Jeep but this watch got me bussed down Two cups, I pass it to my lil' bro I'm the plug so a nigga got two phones I got clout, so it's meadow I can't move wrong I made my time, lil' bitch, it's been too long Ayy, baby bring it back for a real peep I ain't ever run from shit, I'ma real G (On my momma) Say this rapper shit gon' work, and it saved me (Gang) Got the .40 in my bubble like I'm JAY-Z (Graa-bow-bow-bow-bow) Say I'm smooth, but I bounce out real quick (Real quick, ayy) A nigga play with me, he catch two clips (Gang) Ayy, Dani in the cut, she say "Hi Bich" (She say "Hi Bich") If you talkin' to the feds you gon' die, bitch (Gang) That's on my momma, on my momma, like I'm TO (Like I'm TO) I'm the man with them bands, I got big rolls (Gang) And I'm still screamin' free my nigga, Cheeso (Free my niggas) I'ma scream until they let my nigga leave home Spaz, all my niggas gon' spaz (They gon' spaz) Whole clip on yo ass Whole clip on yo ass (Graa-bow-bow-bow) Nigga hop out and spaz (Nigga hop out) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) Yeah we hop out and spaz (We gon' hop out) Whole clip on yo ass Whole clip on yo ass We gon' hop out and spaz We gon' hop out and spaz nigga (Ayy) They said I only get 15 and then I'm over (Still here bitch!) It's been a year and a half, and bitch, I'm still goin' It's been a mill and a half, and I'm still blowin' (Goin') Got a guard on my left, but I'm still towin' Never been a bitch (No!) Will never be no snitch (Never!) If I don't like a bitch, she better duck and dip (Bye bitch!) On probation but I'm still 'bout dat life ('Bout dat shit) Left that Uzi but I still got dat knife (I'll cut a bitch) Stevie Wonder I got bitches on sight (They on sight) Wanna pic just to boost up your likes (You want some clout bitch) You can't read, tellin' me I don't write Call Nahmir, he gon' end your whole life (Bitch I'm done) Run it up, run it up, run that check up lil' bitch Count it up, count it up count yo checks up lil' bitch Hunnids up bet you won't I said "Fuck you lil' bitch, Fuck you lil' bitch ayy" (Fuck you lil' bitch ayy) Spaz, all my niggas gon' spaz (They gon' spaz) Whole clip on yo ass Whole clip on yo ass (Graa-bow-bow-bow) Nigga hop out and spaz (Nigga hop out) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) Say we hop out and spaz (We gon' hop out) Whole clique on yo ass Whole clique on yo ass (Yo ass) Bitch we hop out and spaz (Hop out and spaz) We gon' hop out and spaz lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)

Aye wanna make this beat Aye, aye, aye, aye I know niggas wanna see me get my shit knocked off I ain't even fuck her I know she want me to go in raw I ain't cut the dope or nothin' I'm servin' this shit raw Line it up and dope fiends snort this shit raw I'm a god when I die, they should put me on a cross When I hit the gas, fire flame comes out the exhaust Pussy niggas gamble with ya life, you gotta pay the cost Pussy nigga made a bet and his stupid ass lost Got the stupid ass chain, with the stupid ass cross He got one line to cross, knock his stupid ass off 26's on my rims and they brought this roochies Ride past, slow down for the hoochies Ridin' foreign whips, we ain't slidin' in no hoopties These rap niggas actors We pull up, shoot movies She wanna be my bitch but I treat her like a groupie These red VVS stones, these ain't no rubies These made my car look droopy Your bitch suck my dick in the back of the movies If you ain't get no money, they gon' treat you like a goofy Nigga fuck that rap beef Nigga come try to shoot me Tech nine don't get hot cause it got a coolant I'm hotter than a lot of these niggas cause I'm cooling Limited edition Gucci shoes, they don't make these I put 4G's on my whip cause I know them niggas hate these Got a Rollie on the right wrist, left wrist AP I dunk so hard on a bitch like I'm KD My drum hit so hard, it shakes trees We ain't in the same league, we don't get the same cheese We don't drive the same whips, we don't got the same speed We don't pop the same pills, we don't smoke the same weed We don't live the same life, cause you a broke nigga If I ever go back broke, I'm a poor nigga I know niggas wanna see me get my shit knocked off I ain't even fuck her I know she want me to go in raw I ain't cut the dope or nothin' I'm servin' this shit raw Line it up and dope fiends snort this shit raw I'm a god when I die, they should put me on a cross When I hit the gas, fire flame comes out the exhaust Pussy niggas gamble with ya life, you gotta pay the cost Pussy nigga made a bet and his stupid ass lost Got the stupid ass chain, with the stupid ass cross He got one line to cross, knock his stupid ass off 26's on my rims and they brought this roochies Ride past, slow down for the hoochies Lil Spanish bitch in the back giving coochie Don't fuck with opp niggas Turn the club into a movie Got two twin glocks Yummy tuck when I'm cooling No wild twitter beef Foe with me when we shooting I put 4G's on a mazi, got a hellcat with a red key 100 for this chain, lil nigga they don't make these Just hit a smooth lick, with keke Yup this big ass we fuck they don't see me We don't be on the same blocks, we don't tote the same guns Man these niggas put up I'm trying to live my life right, but love the AK Look, I know niggas wanna see me get my shit knocked off I ain't even fuck her I know she want me to go in raw I ain't cut the dope or nothin' I'm servin' this shit raw Line it up and dope fiends snort this shit raw

All these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas, man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Ice cream ass niggas) Ayy I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say, say baby, I'm not Sosa baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Ryan And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with 44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A, I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us