Circles on Figueroa St. lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I am him, but not them, though
b*tch, you know what I'm sayin
The one and not the two, though...
You know how this sh*t go man. 1900
Look, aye...

[Chorus]
Aye fast cars in the fast lanes
Baby bust down
Miami and the DC trips we do touchdowns
I could put my balls in her mouth cause I'm up now
Been put diamonds on my wrist, she wanna f*ck now
I been out with thousand-dollar jeans this farrari
Spinning circles on Figueroa, tell her call me
Geekin I done came in with the forty in the party
A dreadhead blowing big pot, Bob Marley

[Verse 1]
I could make a skinny b*tch out trap a thick hoe
Let me in the bay. I get love around that frisco
You'll find her down and around before that b*tch blow
I'ma pour a four, get some money, then I get mo
Thеse b*tches know my name
And thеse n*ggas know my status
You, my b*tch, I'll f*ck you in the kitchen or the mattress
I'm in New York shopping out here, tryna pick some fashion
Get off all in yo sh*t, like 'n*gga, why you laughing?'
In a spaceship riding big whips, this a hunnid-grand
I'm in Hollywood sweatin' b*tches shoutout hunnid-grand
You don't got no money; nah, b*tch, I am not yo man
You ain't got no gun; you a gangsta
I am not yo friend
Bad b*tch, everything she wearing is Dior
[?] baby bottles on the floor
I'm a trophy, n*ggas want to knock me off and up the score
I've been busy bussin' down; n*gga go and check the board
[...]
Yeah Aye you know I just wanna whisper in yo ear then disappear baby you know what I’m saying
You know what I’m saying you know really take you from here to here tho
[Chorus]
Aye fast cars in the fast lanes
Baby bust down
Miami and the DC trips we do touchdowns
I could put my balls in her mouth cause I'm up now
Been put diamonds on my wrist, she wanna f*ck now
I been out with thousand-dollar ? this farrari
Spinning circles on Figueroa, tell her call me
Geekin I done came in with the forty in the party
A dreadhead blowing big pot, Bob Marley

[Verse 2]
I kick out; I don't kick door; thats the [?]
Hanging out; dining with the pimps at the friscos
White teeth watching how my neck and my wrist glow
I don't need a car, break a sweat when the b*tch blow double R's and rari's out here acting like I'm gotti. talkin bout can she work, can I work, and who gone, stop me
Kept it P when I [?] for the b*tch; he wanna pop me
I put b*tches on the track and do shows after Roxy
I blow big door in a big benz, not a 64
Got yo ass living outta rooms, you should get ghost
I done did it all around this b*tch I'm like big bro
The b*tch came with a thousand dollars. I'm like get mo
West LA n*gga on my cross country sh*t, I'ma drop her off to you, when I'm done with the b*tch
Walk her down sweat her from the 9 to the 6. You can't name another rapper who be really in the mix

[Chorus]
Aye fast cars in the fast lanes
Baby bust down
Miami and the DC trips we do touchdowns
I could put my balls in her mouth cause I'm up now
Been put diamonds on my wrist, she wanna f*ck now
I been out with thousand-dollar ? this farrari
Spinning circles on Figueroa, tell her call me
Geekin I done came in with the forty in the party
A dreadhead blowing big pot, Bob Marley