Out My Circle! lyrics

[Verse]
In that M6 Beam'
That b*tch, it might crash, hit up Neiman's for some jeans, yeah
G-Star's on my ass (Summrs, haha!) and she know that I pop tags
Sippin' on this lean, I'm movin' slow but drivin' fast
Autumn! in the cut, this b*tch, she talk too much
I put her off a bean, she finally shut up
Countin' up that guap, I'm countin' up them dubs
n*gga talk too much, I hit his ass with the snub
Packrunner b*tch, yeah, we got all the drugs
We got all the drugs, we got all the drugs
I'm movin' slow just like a slug
I'm sippin' on that purple, they say Summrs sip too much
Can't keep n*ggas in my circle 'cause them n*ggas envy us
In a foreign with no roof
Your b*tch, she boring, she suck the crew
I'm in a two-door with your boo, ayy, yeah
We gon' shoot up his whole crew
I'm off a Perc', b*tch, I'm feelin' loose
He baloney, circus, a silly goose
Yeah, lil' n*gga, you a b*tch, call up my troops
And shoot at you, you, and you
F&N with scope, this sh*t ain't no joke
Smokin' big gas, sh*t make me choke
Got this sh*t up off the ground, sh*t up off the road
n*ggas talkin' down, they ain't really with the smoke
.223 hit his ass, yeah, hit them folk
Leave his ass in the past, leave him with his folk
Gotta go, I gotta blast, and I'm in the H
In the H with Lil Blast, rollin' up that dank
And my n*ggas on smash
And your b*tch, she gon' smash
Lil' n*gga, what you think?
b*tch, I'm in first class
[Outro]
In that M6 Beam'
That b*tch, it might crash, hit up Neiman's for some jeans, yeah
G-Star's on my ass (Summrs, haha!) and she know that I pop tags
Sippin' on this lean, I'm movin' slow but drivin' fast
Autumn! in the cut, this b*tch, she talk too much
I put her off a bean, she finally shut up
Countin' up that guap, I'm countin' up them dubs
n*gga talk too much, I hit his ass with the snub
Packrunner b*tch, yeah—