Circus Circus Free$tyle Lyrics by Baby Keem
Who the *** told you I wasn’t that ***?
Who the *** told you I wouldn’t get bigger?
Twenty-five M’s, and now it’s a stick up
Hatin’ ass niggas waitin’ on me to slip up
Run up the budget, my life is a move
Cut the *** off like, shawty, you blew me
Now she runnin’ ’round sayin’ she outgrew me
Keep it one hunnid, ***, you a ***’ goofy
Who the *** told you I wouldn’t get bigger?
Hatin’ ass *** waitin’ on me to slip up
Who the *** told you I wouldn’t get bigger?
Your ex went gay, now she don’t like niggas
How you *** me then *** my homies?
She called my phone sayin’, “I was just lonely”
I was hoopin’ yesterday, thinkin’ ’bout Kobe
You remember them days livin’ off of bologna?
If you want a six-pack, you gotta do sit-ups
Not tryna get to the chili, ***, get up
*** like me, I got some *** head up
*** like me, I—
We T’d up, now we lookin’ out for trouble
We was six deep in a huddle
Keepin’ mama stick when I hustle
A *** tryna do the impossible
Burn out in traffic, blowin’ bunkers
992, boogie monster, ***, whole time
***, whole time it was us
***, whole time you was inside, I was outside in the mud
***, whole time seen a *** lyin’, but my *** swear I made it up
***, whole time, calls from my ex ***, we are never making up (Oh)
***, whole time
Tattoos on a die (Oh)
*** go to the side
I’m just tryna stay alive (Oh)
Carolinas with my, yeah
I ain’t tuckin’ no chain
And my jewelry hang
Like my lil’ brother [?]
Ayy, I’m a genre bender, and I’m comin’ out of broken home
You been switches states for cheap, but livin’, man, to each his own
I’m the type of rich *** that got a, uh, broken phone
I just spent five million on a condo, and don’t be at home
You regular, baby, I need you to conjure up different emotion
What can I do in Bahamas right now? My fine *** is scared of the ocean
I was all in with you, baby, I’m changin’ my mind, it’s time to be open
All of my niggas is live, them battery Perc’, we havin’ commotion
Can’t let them *** inside, they *** up the vibe, they known to do ho ***
She wanna post me online and act like she tried, like I wouldn’t notice
It ain’t no point in correcting you, ***, you got it, you know that you bogus
It really ain’t to impress you ***, she come from the rats and roaches
We was starvin’ through the night, we had to hustle for the lights
Keep the family tight, I made a different sacrifice
Flew one to New York, I wanna see the prototype
I’m lookin’ for a— ’cause my last on went on strike
I’m havin’ different [?] ’cause my last one went on strike
Baby, I’m bein’ serious, you a ten, I need to strike
I’m tryna hide you, delete that Instagram by tonight
And mean girl *** don’t turn me on, you gotta come polite
And niggas thought I ***’ died, now I gotta thrive
Baby Keem ain’t playin’ no more
[?] told me, “Come alive,” all you niggas fried, can’t even be a fan no more
And she was just tryna vibe, I be out the country, I don’t even playin’ no more
She don’t dont wanna wear her pants no more, we ain’t even in the sand no more
Ayy