Circles on Figueroa St.

[Intro]
Yeah
I am him, but not them, though
Bitch, you know what I'm sayin
The one and not the two, though...
You know how this shit 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 fuck 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 bitch 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 bitch blow
I'ma pour a four, get some money, then I get mo
Thеse bitches know my name
And thеse niggas know my status
You, my bitch, I'll fuck you in the kitchen or the mattress
I'm in New York shopping out here, tryna pick some fashion
Get off all in yo shit, like 'nigga, why you laughing?'
In a spaceship riding big whips, this a hunnid-grand
I'm in Hollywood sweatin' bitches shoutout hunnid-grand
You don't got no money; nah, bitch, I am not yo man
You ain't got no gun; you a gangsta
I am not yo friend
Bad bitch, everything she wearing is Dior
[?] baby bottles on the floor
I'm a trophy, niggas want to knock me off and up the score
I've been busy bussin' down; nigga 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 fuck 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 bitch 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 bitch; he wanna pop me
I put bitches 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 bitch I'm like big bro
The bitch came with a thousand dollars. I'm like get mo
West LA nigga on my cross country shit, I'ma drop her off to you, when I'm done with the bitch
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 fuck 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