Ritual Circle Music

I seen some groundhogs and butterflies
These niggas gon' test all my luck
But if you get to push, niggas gon’ push, you niggas going ghost out your gutter
You ain't stepping to none you on shit
Cause Valon he been doing that quick
Yeah Valon he been doing that big
Yeah Valon he been doing it big woah
Man I'm counting my endos
Man I’m counting this bankroll
I get bands I'm the man, bands on my plan
These bands my advance, these bands on my plants
Bands on my bands on my ranch
The money it grow from the tree
The money it grow when I spend, it grow when I spend, it grow when I spend
My money it grow when I spend
I never subtract I only just add my money be flourishing man
My money be flourishing damn
My money be flourishing fam
Get your lil pape, get your lil K
You'll save you some sell, you'll save you from Zay, cause Zay been that man
Yeah Zay been that dude, yeah lil Zay he keep going
He keep up with shit, cause he know what to do
He got visions he through with that bullshit he focused
He be on his on notions
He can't fuck with no hoes who don't got no devotion
Why the fuck is you playing?
Like what the fuck is you saying, the fuck is you man?
What the fuck is your problem?
What the fuck is your stamina?
Fuck a bitch who ghost Valon
You can't ghost a nigga he on
You can't see him he out with the stars
You gon’ see him on billboards and cars
You gon’ see him when you on a walk
You gon' see him when he be running, run on his mountain
That’s just like do it for fun
That shit it I do it for fun
I just count up, I just count up, that's for my brother he up
That's for my brother, the loss
That's for the niggas who ain’t got no niggas, who got ‘em smoked out by the drum, we smoke by the pound, we smoke by the ground
We smoke by the round circle
We finish your bitch up
Man your bitch she love Valon
Keep her hip she dick fun
She eat dick like it's fucking lunch
She eat dick like it's fucking brunch
I don't gotta say breakfast, I got a lil hunch and I gotta smoke punch bitch
Gas always punch bitch
Man my gas always fun as shit
We count digital racks hoe, bags hoe, stacks hoe
I be so low-key
That's cause your hoe deep
They come to party, your hoe need
Woah shit damn
We just stepped up, we stepped to the plan
We stepped to them digits, we step like we're winning
Yeah, stepping Shazam
I just pop shit, pop it like Moncler
Yeah, jacket so frosty
My diamonds they costing
What the fuck is you bargain?
I popped out for the fresh fucking shoot
Cuff my bitch she so bad she got oo
Ass so fat, bags is fat, she carry that loot, she carry that loot
I don't got ‘bout worry none
I don't got really worry ‘bout none
Cause Valon he be set, Valon he be straight, yeah Valon he be bad hoe
Valon he been mad though
So he just get his bank flow
Yeah he don't give no shit, he don't give no damn what a bitch gotta say no
He stay in his lane, he stay his time, he stay in his rhyme, he stay in his dime, he stay in his shine, he stay in his shine, he stay in his shine