The circle

Pmw instrumental

 

 

 

 

Smoke yo green

Fuck yo bitch

Spend that cheese

Just don't snitch

 

Me and my niggas murdering this trap

Nah nigga this ain't just a rap

This beat is a disaster 9/11 this track

Rappers wanna battle me I had to mail they heads back

Took the g out of your waffle, all you're left with is your ego

The call me the man, fuck Chico

We gonna smoke our green

Fucking yo bitch

Call it a milking machine

Hang you up with these bars

While we smoke these cigars

Y'all old school

Like follow your North Star

Sling from tree to tree

Call it Tarzan

Ya we kill your squad, don't you ever forget it

All these bitches in my sight

Call it dinner

I need a bite

String you up with these ropes

Pass that shit

I need a toke

Real niggas by my side

We shoutn out

Nigga world wide

All you niggas do is pout

All about that vision

Following my route

Put the chrome to ya dome

Murder you with these bars

Call it a death sentence

Rollin up that dank

Smokin on that stank