Baby Keem Circus Circus Free$tyle Lyrics
Who the fuck told you I wasn’t that nigga?
Who the fuck told you I wouldn’t get bigger?
Twenty-five M’s, and now it’s a stick up
Hatin’ ass niggas waitin’ on me to slip up
Run up the budget, my life is a move
Cut the bitch off like, shawty, you blew me
Now she runnin’ ’round sayin’ she outgrew me
Keep it one hunnid, bitch, you a fuckin’ goofy
Who the fuck told you I wouldn’t get bigger?
Hatin’ ass nigga waitin’ on me to slip up
Who the fuck told you I wouldn’t get bigger?
Your ex went gay, now she don’t like niggas
How you fuck me then fuck my homies?
She called my phone sayin’, “I was just lonely”
I was hoopin’ yesterday, thinkin’ ’bout Kobe
You remember them days livin’ off of bologna?
If you want a six-pack, you gotta do sit-ups
Not tryna get to the chili, bitch, get up
Nigga like me, I got some bitch head up
Nigga like me, I—
We T’d up, now we lookin’ out for trouble
We was six deep in a huddle
Keepin’ mama stick when I hustle
A nigga tryna do the impossible
Burn out in traffic, blowin’ bunkers
992, boogie monster, nigga, whole time
Nigga, whole time it was us
Nigga, whole time you was inside, I was outside in the mud
Nigga, whole time seen a bitch lyin’, but my nigga swear I made it up
Nigga, whole time, calls from my ex bitch, we are never making up (Oh)
Nigga, whole time
Tattoos on a die (Oh)
Panties go to the side
I’m just tryna stay alive (Oh)
Carolinas with my, yeah
I ain’t tuckin’ no chain
And my jewelry hang
Like my lil’ brother
Ayy, I’m a genre bender, and I’m comin’ out of broken home
You been switches states for cheap, but livin’, man, to each his own
I’m the type of rich nigga 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 shit is scared of the ocean
I was all in with you, baby, I’m changin’ my mind, it’s time to be open
All of my niggas is live, them battery Perc’, we havin’ commotion
Can’t let them bitches inside, they fuck up the vibe, they known to do ho shit
She wanna post me online and act like she tried, like I wouldn’t notice
It ain’t no point in correcting you, bitch, you got it, you know that you bogus
It really ain’t to impress you bitch, she come from the rats and roaches
We was starvin’ 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 lookin’ for a— ’cause my last on went on strike
I’m havin’ different ’cause my last one went on strike
Baby, I’m bein’ serious, you a ten, I need to strike
I’m tryna hide you, delete that Instagram by tonight
And mean girl shit don’t turn me on, you gotta come polite
And niggas thought I fuckin’ died, now I gotta thrive
Baby Keem ain’t playin’ no more
Told me, “Come alive,” all you niggas fried, can’t even be a fan no more
And she was just tryna vibe, I be out the country, I don’t even playin’ no more
She don’t dont wanna wear her pants no more, we ain’t even in the sand no more
Ayy