Circus Circus Free$tyle Lyrics – Baby Keem

Read the full Circus Circus Free$tyle lyrics by Baby Keem from the album Ca$ino along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Baby Keem’s music, you can also explore No Blame and Dramatic Girl, two other songs by Baby Keem.

[Part I]

[Verse]
Who the fu*k told you I wasn’t that n!gga?
Who the fu*k told you I wouldn’t get bigger?
Twenty-five M’s and now, it’s a stick up
Hating ass n!ggas waiting on me to slip up
Running up the budget, my life is a movie
Cut the b!tch off like, shawty, you blew me
Now, she running ’round saying she outgrew me
Keep it one hunnid, b!tch, you a fu*king goofy
Who the fu*k told you I wouldn’t get bigger?

Hating ass n!gga waiting on me to slip up
Who the fu*k told you I wouldn’t get bigger?
Your ex went gay, now, she don’t like n!ggas
How you fu*k me then fu*k my homies?
She called my phone saying, “I was just lonely”
I was hooping yesterday, thinking ’bout Kobe
‘Member them days living off of bologna
If you want a six-pack, you gotta do sit-ups
Not tryna get to the chili, b!tch, get up
N!gga like me, I got some b!tch head up
N!gga like me, I—

[Part II]

[Verse]
We T’d up, now, we looking out for trouble
We was six deep in a huddle, keeping my mystique when I hustle
A n!gga tryna do the impossible, burn out in traffic, blowing bunkers
992, boogie monster, n!gga, whole time
N!gga, whole time it was us
N!gga, whole time you was inside, I was outside in the mud
N!gga, whole time seen a b!tch lying, but my n!gga swore I made it up
N!gga, whole time, calls from my ex b!tch, we are never making up
N!gga, whole time
Tattoos on a die

Panties go to the side
We just tryna stay alive
Carolinas with my, yeah
I ain’t tucking no chain
Letting my jewelry hang
Like my lil’ brother Cain
Aye, I’m a genre bender and I’m coming out of broken home
You been switching states for cheaper living, man, to each his own
I’m the type of rich n!gga that got a, uh, broken phone
I just spent five million on a condo and don’t be at home
You regular, baby, I need you to conjure up different emotion
What can I do in Bahamas right now? My fine s*it is scared of the ocean
I was all in with you, baby, I’m changing my mind, it’s time to be opn
All of my n!ggas is live in Battery Park, we having commotion
Can’t let them b!tches inside, they fu*k up the vibe, they known to do ho s*it
She wanna post me online and act like she tried, like I wouldn’t notice
It ain’t no point in correcting you, b!tch, you got it, you know that you bogus
It really ain’t hard to impress you, b!tch, she come from the rats and roaches
We was starving through the night, we had to hustle for the lights
Keep the family tight, I made a different sacrifice
Flew one to New York, I wanna see the prototype
I’m looking for a— ’cause my last on went on strike
I’m having a different wife type ’cause my last one went on strike
Baby, I’m being serious, you a ten, I need to strike
I’m tryna hide you, delete that Instagram by tonight
And mean girl s*it don’t turn me on, you gotta come polite
And n!ggas thought I fu*king died, now I gotta thrive, Baby Keem ain’t playing no more
Denzel told me, “Come alive,” all you n!ggas fried, can’t even be a fan no more
And she was just tryna vibe, I be out the country, I don’t even plan no more
She don’t dont wanna wear her pants no more, we ain’t even in the sand no more
Ayee!

[Part III]

[Verse]
King Wyseem arrived, n!gga, I got many ties
Had to watch my momma cry when my house got colonized
Grab the baddie by the hand, she look cute, I make her mine (Hahahaha)
Money in my pants, it’s okay to take your time
People love to cross me and they don’t apologize
I don’t know my siblings on my real father side
I done cooked a lot of n!ggas when my grandmama died
I was put here on a mission that you wouldn’t understand
I don’t want no rapper friends, I’m in the ghetto with my plans
I been building like a n!gga put a Lego in my hands
B!tch, I’m Keem Wyseem, when I’m on this two man, aye
Period pooh, what the fu*k do that mean?
When Wyseem get the pu*sy, treat it like a s*x scene
I almost died when I took the vaccine
I was gone for two years, down bad, reflecting
Aye, yeah, n!gga, two phone jumping in this b!tch, it’s time to rap
Yeah, n!gga, fu*ked up so much money, time to get it back
Yeah, n!gga, two mill’ overseas on an investment trap
Yeah, n!gga, that was when I went back to my habitat
Yeah, n!gga, uncle sold my Xbox just to buy some crack
Yeah, n!gga, tried to cut her off, but she not falling back
Yeah, n!gga, fu*king caveman with the way I rap
Booya, booga-wooga-ooga-ooga-waga-waga-waga-wah

[Refrain]
You’s a boy that should’ve could’ve, n!gga, booga, n!gga, hoo-hoo
I’m a fu*king caveman, n!gga, hoo-hoo
Would’ve, should’ve, could’ve, n!gga, booga, n!gga, boo-hoo
I’m a fu*king caveman, got a loose screw
Boy that should’ve could’ve, n!gga, booga, n!gga, who? Who?
I’m a fu*king caveman, n!gga, hoo-hoo
Would’ve, should’ve, could’ve, n!gga, booga, n!gga, boo-hoo
I’m a fu*king caveman, got a loose screw

[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh