Gucci Mane - Runnin Circles lyrics

(feat. Lil Wayne) [Hook x2: Gucci Mane] I'm runnin' circles around these n***as I'm runnin' circles around these n***as I'm runnin' circles around these n***as I'm one two-eighty five around the squash n***as [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] These [?] monkey He be in the circus These n***as be jealous These n***as worthless You Mr. never get no p**y you a virgin I'm Mr. hit her and her friend I'm Mr. Posse I'm not from Earth I'm not an earthling I try to hit her with your friend that n***a nervous He blew the lid we down to have six hundred thirty Laws on my dick one of your boy I woulda murked him I'm a baller and my birthday It's every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Thursday If it's a Gucci show them b**hes come in early I'm polo down looking like Huxtable Lane nerdy [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I'm k**in' these hoes I ain't not too impress nobody but my P.O. I like my b**hes rollin' I like my weed rolled And I got deep pockets and she got a deep throat We watch out for police that be in street clothes You n***as washed up like some f**in' clean clothes My b**h shootin' at you while I re-load Sometimes I feel possesed hope I don't get repo'd Lil Tunechi in this b**h I'm with Gucci in this b**h Uzi extra clips skateboard kick flip Runnin circles around these n***as til they dizzy I f** a b**h to that Drizzy Eat that p**y if it's pretty Runnin cirlces around em three sixty Tunechi [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Runnin circles, I'm smokin' purple Cause I'm a boss and you a worker You got suspenders on like Steve Urkel And if you run up on me I'll murk ya Yeah I'll hurt ya, yeah l dirt ya Don't mention your boys Cause they'll dessert yea Say she a dime, but she ain't worth it Two six not even a burglar But she's a burglar, went from a fat girl I got the scrap, you better act girl Just like you know me, they call me Gucci I ball like Kobe You know I'm shootin' [Hook x2]