Circle Circle Thot Thot

(Intro) It's that real shit, we in the streets here all day We in the trap, all day, 24/8, naw w' I mean? Tick, we ain't talk to police We don't talk to the man in the bode Nah, it's for the hood (Verse) If you a fiend, then you gotta see me Only in yo dreams you could be me These chicks wanna touch me up I hate the cops, I don't cuff these hoes I been gettin' trap money, homie So fuck yo rap money, homie I kill you with my mother's gun (I pop bazookas, not bubblegum) Now you see me in designer clothes I see yo jewels, but em shinin' mo I'm a baller, I don't play with balls I play the game and I neva pause I be on Worldstar ducking Knock you out like fuck it, then show it to the pubkic (You got a lotta cars) Bars, stackin' paper Foreign cars to talk to her need a translator Makuna, no one's speakin' German You know I ride dirty when I'm swervin' 20 shots, if ya own me bruh, I'mma shoot you yo Then anotha 20 shots at yo funeral That's 40 shots, that's 40 yo I sip the 40 instead of pouring it for you, hoe I cast bars for a movie with my crew and I (Circle circle thot thot, my bitch gotta booty shot) (Hook) Circle circle thot thot Circle circle thot thot Circle circle thot thot, my bitch gotta booty shot Circle circle thot thot Circle circle thot thot Circle circle thot thot, my bitch gotta booty shot (Verse 2) I'm all about this knowledge, I'm not a touted scholar I skipped that route to college I hung out with riders, who was just out for dollas Dough that help me evolve, I wish I had a prouder father Momma, my mind is lost, these thoughts are guidin' My hyperthyroidism miss the drugs and Orwell on shut off my light switch The sky's the limit, no distant cloud for the pirates I brought all my horizons right now, Nino's on auto pilot Silence, God talkin' to me in private I let you in this conversation, you were not invited So gimme undivided attention, goodbye bitch And has it my fault you can't find it in me Or can't fight it, you're sick You're trying to mess me up But it sucks when yo main competition's inside you like Buddy and Professor Klump It's none yo hicks and bumps, that ain't affect me once And every theory that question me is left debunked Brooklyn, tell E-Bro and Rosenberg the best rapper is Nino When it's so absurd that no-one's heard the meanest wordssmith Cuz it's the media circuit's thick ridin' And trendin' topics and gossipin' bitches Killin' bitches is worthless Tom Peedo don't even think the same way Who is he? We need to hear his story! Who is he as an emcee Please bless was seen for bless for pub, you know wassup It's names ova quality, no co-signers, fuck the love I ain't complainin' or blamin', sometimes truth is needed Shout out to struggle rappers, fuck how these fools perceive us If you this nice they say you playn it wrong He's too lyrical, of course that means he can't make a song Movin' on, I see no comp, I am Durant mixed with Lebron Tebow with Marino's arm, Nino Defy your judgement but get the eye of the storm And I thought you pawns will see the signs of the comin' I gotcha mind buggin', is that related to these lines, cousin? Quit tryna critique it and find somethin' Now that I'm buzzin', the game needs my rhyme substance More than insecure bitches need the like button I be mind fuckin' hoes with stuff I know Have them suck it down till they cough and have a stuffy nose Tissue official flow I'm a missile Drone, give you jewels to fight fiscal bitch moves go against you Mental range of Nietche, carve my niche, it's hard to reach the markets A target that karma seeks It's dark in these streets I try to peep foes, creep, and you know how close ya gotta keep those I see wolves movin' in sheep clothes Angels with wings broken Weak leaders pullin' strings like the king's chosen Those that's quotin' me be like what's this kid smokin'? Fuck a god emcee I am the Higg boson (Outro) Yo, get energy! Nino Bless music on Facebook