[Chorus: Money Man]
When that chopper spit, it sound like music to my earlobes
My lil' nigga ran out of bullets in his stick, I told him reload
Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday 'cause the streets cold
Better keep your blower on the East, these niggas too foul
You better keep extendos in your Glock so you don't run out
That nigga tried to flee, but like a cheetah, he got ran down
Where I'm from, you gotta be a man, it ain't no handouts
[Verse 1: Money Man]
Niggas ain't authentic, they just lies, they can't fool the kid
Nah, that bitch don't love a nigga for real, she tryna use the kid
I can feel the dark side tryna come and pollute my mind
If you scared, then stay insidе the house, 'cause outsidе, niggas dyin'
Bondin' with my killers, makin' sure that we spend time together
Ain't nobody snitchin' in this circle, we'll do time together
Turn this bitch to Squid Games and make a nigga kill his partner
Attachments on that handgun make it look like it's a baby chopper
We finna blitz on these niggas for real
You can get snatched if you playin' the field
He a liability, I know he gon' squeal
Don't appreciate you when you keepin' it real
Time to pop shit, I was humble too long
It's too late to beg when them weapons is drawn
Keep the 'za, I'm online when they call
BC the Circle, forever gon' ball
Gotta stay solid, we never gon' fall
Tryna stay free, so we duckin' the law
20K blew, we just tore down the mall
Only the gang, we not fuckin' with y'all
Pull out the fire, now they lookin' appalled
Lil' vibe with me and she look like a doll
Just caught the play, it was me and my dogs
If they would've tried, then we would've let off, yeah
When that chopper spit, it sound like music to my earlobes
My lil' nigga ran out of bullets in his stick, I told him reload
Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday 'cause the streets cold
Better keep your blower on the East, these niggas too foul
You better keep extendos in your Glock so you don't run out
That nigga tried to flee, but like a cheetah, he got ran down
Where I'm from, you gotta be a man, it ain't no handouts
[Verse 1: Money Man]
Niggas ain't authentic, they just lies, they can't fool the kid
Nah, that bitch don't love a nigga for real, she tryna use the kid
I can feel the dark side tryna come and pollute my mind
If you scared, then stay insidе the house, 'cause outsidе, niggas dyin'
Bondin' with my killers, makin' sure that we spend time together
Ain't nobody snitchin' in this circle, we'll do time together
Turn this bitch to Squid Games and make a nigga kill his partner
Attachments on that handgun make it look like it's a baby chopper
We finna blitz on these niggas for real
You can get snatched if you playin' the field
He a liability, I know he gon' squeal
Don't appreciate you when you keepin' it real
Time to pop shit, I was humble too long
It's too late to beg when them weapons is drawn
Keep the 'za, I'm online when they call
BC the Circle, forever gon' ball
Gotta stay solid, we never gon' fall
Tryna stay free, so we duckin' the law
20K blew, we just tore down the mall
Only the gang, we not fuckin' with y'all
Pull out the fire, now they lookin' appalled
Lil' vibe with me and she look like a doll
Just caught the play, it was me and my dogs
If they would've tried, then we would've let off, yeah
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