Circus

(album: Surf Trap - 2018)

(Mmm)
Years in the making (Mmm)
(Mmm)
(Hoes creep through the backside, Ooh)
(Nahh)
(Yah, fuck ya heard) (Nahh)
(Circus, circus, Nahh)
(Circus, circus)
(Fuck is you telling me, Uh)
They say (Nah)
(Fuck is you telling me, Uh)
Aha, They say (Fuck is you telling me)
(Fuck is you telling me, Uh)
Ya

This shit sound like the circus came in town (Hey)
Hunnid rounds to the jury gun 'em down (Hey, Hey)
Who stole that style
You a phony, you a clown (Uh)
Bitches smile, bitches frown, bitches faint
Bite the style but they cain't (Huh)

Fuck is you telling me, nah
I don't give into that negative shit (Clark Kent smoke)
Tiffany, Tiffany, ya
Diamonds I put 'em on my clique
This shit ain't hitting me, nah
Homie come get a hit of this
I'm just respecting my ma'
She told me live and let live

Where is he going (Where)
Where is he running to (Uh)
What we do wrong
The shit that I'm on (Hey)
It come from the gods (Hey, Hey)
Parked in the sauce
Bitch I'm the monsta
Back in that Tonka
Six in the morning
Back to LaGuardia
Rolling up fronto
Pushing the culture
Bad bitches sweating, spilling paint with their eye liner
Ho rappers jealous 'cause they can't take the style from 'em
Ooh I can feel it come and pray, she'll have a child on me
Ooh I've been waiting on this day for a while homie

Fuck is you telling me, nah
I don't give into that negative shit (Clark Kent smoke)
Tiffany, Tiffany, ya
Diamonds I put 'em on my clique (Smoke)
This shit ain't hitting me, nah
Homie come get a hit of this
I'm just respecting my ma'
She told me live and let live

Like boom boom ayy (Uh)
Hoes creep through the backside
I told that bitch I don't get any down time
If you feel this shit better get outside
Like goddamn (Uh)
Struggling through the south so dusty
Five-O threw me down got so ugly
Can't stay, blow loud, King Tubby
Let's get the skrilla, God love me (Ay)
And 'lil Italy and 'lil bitch
Baby, I'll need a 'lil bit
I'm flying overseas and think I'm rich (Yee)
All we ever need is peace
They killing for the Jesus piece (Ay, ay)
See the drama on the BBC (Huh)
It don't feel like real life what I see (Huh)
No turning back once you hit the scene (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Not what I see

Fuck is you telling me, nah
I don't give into that negative shit (Clark Kent smoke)
Tiffany, Tiffany, ya
Diamonds I put 'em on my clique
This shit ain't hitting me, nah
Homie come get a hit of this
I'm just respecting my ma'
She told me live and let live