waunny g - circle the block lyrics
[chorus: waunny g]
said we spin through that block, n+ggas start runnin’
if he throw the gz up, brodie start dumpin’
shoutout to lo, caught a shot to his m+ffin
ran into heady, he wasn’t on nothin’
like, b+tch i’m wit’ demons, on bro they be buggin’
like, we get the drop, and we bang up the function
opp b+tch, she eat the d+ck up, disgustin’
b+tch i go ku’ off the ‘erky, i’m bussin
let’s spin through that block, tryna see sumn’ drop
how can i lack? i got 33 shots, stuffed inside of the glock
on bro, if you run up, you catchin’ a shot, like
and we smokin’ on ely, i heard that lil’ n+gga drowned in the spot
like, melly, lefty, lo, all of them dead n+ggas stuck in a box
[verse 1: humble gz]
like, see these n+ggas just don’t get enough
like, we been puttin’ thе belt to they ass, like
shеik went to jail and got cut, like just ’cause you p+ssy you don’t get no pass
like, how the f+ck n+ggas even feel comfortable sayin’ my name? i’m the reason they crashed, like
just see the d’s and we dash
look, 41 n+ggas keep doin’ bad
but wait, what’s up wit’ the troops?
like, all them broke n+ggas know what we do
mentionin’ all of our packs, like we not them n+ggas that hop out and shoot, like, like
and this kay glizz n+gga, i cannot wait ’til i run into you
dirty ass crip n+gga stay in the stu’
like, you ain’t do nothin’ when gunna got boomed
[verse 2: waunny g & humble gz]
like, got a big g2
soon as i back out, they better move, like
b+tch i’m smokin’ on boomer, like tell rich glizzy go visit his tomb, like
b+tch i do it for slime, and i’m wit humble gz and he do it for boom
ion’ know why n+ggas mention my dead
when wal got shot, n+gga what did y’all do? like
n+gga who did y’all shoot? y’all get the belt and then hop in the booth
said, i got two straps wit’ me
let’s walk up, y’all know he totin’ on tool
wanna talk ’bout the dead? word to my mother i could name a few
n+ggas keep talkin’ on boom, like we ain’t put lolo and nay on the news
[chorus: waunny g]
said we spin through that block, n+ggas start runnin’
if he throw the gz up, brodie start dumpin’
shoutout to lo, caught a shot to his m+ffin
ran into heady, he wasn’t on nothin’
like, b+tch i’m wit’ demons, on bro they be buggin’
like, we get the drop, and we bang up the function
opp b+tch, she eat the d+ck up, disgustin’
b+tch i go ku’ off the ‘erky, i’m bussin
let’s spin through that block, tryna see sumn’ drop
how can i lack? i got 33 shots, stuffed inside of the glock
on bro, if you run up, you catchin’ a shot, like
and we smokin’ on ely, i heard that lil’ n+gga drowned in the spot
like, melly, lefty, lo, all of them dead n+ggas stuck in a box
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