Circleain
Circleain
Circleain & Lechy
Circleain
Circleain
Circleain
Circleain & Autogloom
Circleain
Circleain & Lechy
Circleain
Circleain
[Intro]
I can't settle with 2, yeah I need me an And-1
Underwater, bitch I'm tanked up, I feel like I'm Antoine
I go harder than you and I ain't even in my jupon
Hit a fuckin' homerun in this bitch just like a sandlot
DJ Ca$hface...
I'm ballin' out like Larry Bird
Yeah I'm ballin' out
... Far away from life!
[Chorus]
Yeah, in the field, bitch I got that vacuum seal
Off the lot I fuckin' peel
All this damn money I wield
Way down in the south and I be eating on some fucking creole
Bitch I'm off that vacuum seal and I'm ballin' out like Larry Bird
[Verse 1]
Whippin' in a Subi off the gas, yeah that's a scary turf
Bloody Mary scream that shit, and then I steal her fuckin' purse
Cutter on me in the AM, I just popped up out the hearse
Yeah bitch I'm on fuckin' dirt, I be shooting like I'm Dirk
I'm like a Maverick, I'm wreaking havoc, turn you straight to ashes
20/20 vision, please, I'll still jugg yo glasses
Jump like a rabbit, I let 'em have it, I'm popping at 'em (Go, go, go)
Now yo bitch all up on me, and I'm getting at it
I must be a money addict (Money addict)
I be getting to it daily yeah this shit's a fucking habit
I'm out in my diesel jacket (But it ain't cold)
Got the diesel on me and I'm smoking through it like it's hash bitch
[Chorus]
Yeah, in the field, bitch I got that vacuum seal
Off the lot I fuckin' peel
All this damn money I wield
Way down in the south and I be eating on some fucking creole
Bitch I'm off that vacuum seal and I'm ballin' out like Larry Bird
I can't settle with 2, yeah I need me an And-1
Underwater, bitch I'm tanked up, I feel like I'm Antoine
I go harder than you and I ain't even in my jupon
Hit a fuckin' homerun in this bitch just like a sandlot
[Verse 2]
Post up, I can't be seen with you just like "Oh Nah"
Ion want anything to do with it just like coleslaw
Cold and I'm posted with the ice I'm like a damn sloth
I need me some tin cookies home made from yo grandma
[Outro]
No, mama!
There's no hope for him now Travis, he's seven, you know we've got to do it
I know, mama
He was my dog, I'll do it