Circlin’ Lyrics – Kay Glizz

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[Intro]
Frrah frrah
Frrah frrah
Nah Harry you bugging
Nah Harry you bugging
Uh, huh
Fu*k wit’ us
Pouring the drink in my double cup
Circling, they know what’s up wit’ us
Oppers be hopping and s*it like it’s double dutch
I’m on a mission tryna get my numbers up
Why you dissing me? Go pick your brother up
Fu*ked up, (??) you got a lot of other stuff
Don’t worry ’bout

[Chorus]
Frrah
Can’t nobody fu*k wit’ us
Pouring the drink in my double cup
Circling, they know what’s up wit’ us
Oppers be hopping and s*it like it’s double dutch
I’m on a mission tryna get my numbers up
Why you dissing me? Go pick your brother up
Fu*ked up, (??) you got a lot of other stuff
Don’t worry ’bout us so don’t make it up wit’ us
If it’s opps in the spot then we fu*k it up
Don’t got the knock in the spot then we knuckle up
N!ggas know, homie took a punch from us
If we had it would’ve took a slug from us
And y’all don’t wanna talk about b!tches, cuzzy had his d!ck in her mouth and you cuffing her
And the same n!ggas always duck from us
Blitzing they block they don’t know where it’s coming from, frrah

[Verse]
Look, waiting ’til the sun is up
Tryna catch one of them runner ups
Everybody know how the Troopers react so you can come blitz through side if you dumb enough

Op-opp thot tryna have fun wit’ her, then pass her off to the guys when I’m done wit’ her
Call her the big LT that’s the cover up
We got her feeling like she really one of them, frrah
Then she set the drop in a minute
Pop out the cut, clap it up a d get missing
Head pop, guess that’s a completed mission
Back to the Blake gotta run up that chicken
Nunnie got baby (??), I got Smithen
Digi got extra (??) for assistance
If you ain’t on that timing keep your distance
Ain’t no time to play the clock is ticking, frrah

[Chorus]
Can’t nobody fu*k wit’ us
Pouring the drink in my double cup
Circling, they know what’s up wit’ us
Oppers be hopping and s*it like it’s double dutch
I’m on a mission tryna get my numbers up
Why you dissing me? Go pick your brother up
Fu*ked up, (??) you got a lot of other stuff
Don’t worry ’bout us so don’t make it up wit’ us
If it’s opps in the spot then we fu*k it up
Don’t got the knock in the spot then we knuckle up
N!ggas know, homie took a punch from us
If we had it would’ve took a slug from us
And y’all don’t wanna talk about b!tches, cuzzy had his d!ck in her mouth and you cuffing her
And the same n!ggas always duck from us
Blitzing they block they don’t know where it’s coming from, frrah

[Outro]
Free the Tz on bro grave
Long live my Tz, n!gga, long live my guys
Know how I’m coming
Free the Troopers