CIRCLE SMALL - Intellectual

[Intro: Young Renz]

Ayy, shout out Big Los, though

Y'all already know

Coast Mob, Posh Gang

Man, shit, stealth mode

Ayy, ayy

B-B-Big Los on the track, boy

[Chorus: Young Renz]

And I keep that shit thousand, gotta keep my circle small

Loud pack in my blunt, but ain't no purp' involved

And I keep that shit thousand, gotta keep my circle small

Loud pack in my blunt, but ain't no purp' involved

[Verse 1: Young Renz]

Money-making plays, only at three certain cause

Bitch trynna fuck Young Renz, but I'ma have to call

Don't get the gang fucked up and come at me sideways

You only chillin' with these bitches cause you buy 'em things

I sell coke, at stealth mode, be on fire flame

I got these fuck-boys hating from all directions

You ass ain't got no hoes, you gotta go home

I got a iFeezy, and I got a GoPhone

I'm makin' all these plays and she love my ways

Say she got a surprisе, that she gon' tell me latеr

And I've been half the ways, like a young Cali' slater

It's Young Renz, and I don't be comparin'

Homie walk by, and they know what I'm wearin'

All these bitches come through, and you know that I'm not starin'

I come through, and you know I got the lot on me

You say you pimpin', but you ain't got to lie to me

My emotions so luxury, feel so expensive

She trynna take a pic', cause I'm photogenic

Fuck-boys say live he life, no you isn't

Coast Mob, Posh Gang, and I got gang

The difference between me and you, I'm not a lame

Fuck-boys comin' at me sayin' that I'm jealous

Jealous of what? Nothing to be jealous of

I put 'er on some backwoods, I got her hella stuffed

Young Renz, and I done smoked a thousand blunts

And if you a fuck-boy get from round us

[Chorus: Young Renz]

And I keep that shit thousand, gotta keep my circle small

Loud pack in my blunt, but ain't no purp' involved

And I keep that shit thousand, gotta keep my circle small

Loud pack in my blunt, but ain't no purp' involved

[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]

Niggas like myself, from robbin' everyone and everything

Gotcho beezy jockin' me from make-up, clothes, and belly rings

And I got them bitches slidin' on me for intelligence

Can I tell I swim through when I hit just from the smell of it

Sippin' poison berries, sticky gooey, for the hell of it

Got so many pints, I take a life each time I sell the shit

Walk up to yo crib, kick in your shit, and you ain't tellin' shit

Shoot you in your mouth, your brains all hanging from the ceiling, shit

What's a pimp to do? Just to get the brizzle breeze

Get them out the way, pistol whip, I flip the bitch

Sniffin' hella ye, up all night to hit this lick

They know I don't play, you violate, your wig get split

The Coast Mob checker, I spray you like [?]

You drop it in my lap-uh, this is the final chapter

No need for chit-chatter, click-clack, your blood splatter

Right on the sidewalk-uh, it really doesn't matter

All my niggas rob, 'cause it's fun as shit

All my niggas tote hella guns and shit

Up in Coast Mob, we don't give no fucks

Stephen will dick slap your bitch

All my niggas rob, 'cause it's fun as shit

All my niggas tote hella guns and shit

They be trynna rob, it's the Coast Mob, it's the Coast Mob clique

Better nigga Mike, might dick slap your bitch

Kidnap and dick slap your bitch, kidnap and dick slap your bitch

I bet this nigga will dick slap your bitch

[Chorus: Young Renz]

And I keep that shit thousand, gotta keep my circle small

Loud pack in my blunt, but ain't no purp' involved

And I keep that shit thousand, gotta keep my circle small

Loud pack in my blunt, but ain't no purp' involved