Gla** Popcorn - My Circle (Yung Kiddo Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Yung Kiddo] Yo Yung Kiddo! Gla**popcorn got the original goods, I got the derivative decents (chuckles) Let's go 2084, twenty eighty four, 2003 (clears throat) [Verse 1: Yung Kiddo] Unh, morose and lugubrious Got no f**ing lessons getting through to us I f** white girls and piss on the floor Piss on Flo and piss on flow May not have a permit yet But I get lots of allowance though Lock your daughters up, get to your bomb shelters PCP and DMT, helter skelter Got them all aching with the f**ing thirst You can call them some dried up smelters Sometimes get a crush on a super cute Werther My harem's full of b**hes and some f**ing jerkers Better not touch my PS4 Cos if you do so, I'll f**ing hurt you Every single Friday I do hoodrat sh** in Target I mix Mountain Dew with Red Bull, I'm in the mood to start sh** I may be f**ed up but I'm never f**ing up though And by the way, (chuckles) I've never f**ed a ho Always thinking 'bout this girl I like every single day My life's a comedy and the internet is my stage Look at us the wrong way, and we're the type to murk ya This is like Google +, and you ain't in my circle [interlude] [Verse 2: Scummy] They're gonna say that I try too hard, take a look at me, ya think I care? Hanging with my boys, gonna max my card, don't give a f**, hands in the air Ollie on Viagra cos I'm tryna pop wood Doing the sh** that every young kid should You won't catch up but you wish you could I'm young and wild but I ain't from the hood Call me gay Armstrong, you think I'm in Deep Space Nah, we just make music; I don't f** his face Don't act like it's sus that I'm around his place Drinking Red Bulls; if you're asleep, that's a waste Check me flexing It's your girl I'm texting She's gonna be my next thing I don't even like her; that's the best thing I'm up, I'm down, I'm left, I'm right That's the kind of sh** that keep me up at night When I'm with the squad, my thoughts don't fight I'll keep it shut though, I'ma be alright Gonna find a nice girl with a pillow for an a** She might let me hit it, so I might just ask The munchies hit, so the blunt I pa** Can't eat the popcorn cos you know it's Gla** It's partly cloudy, I'm partly rowdy These girls didn't want it, but now they hound me Guys didn't like it, they still wanna ground me Like burgers, cyanide in a cup, that's murder Don't do yoga cos my chill is herbal Don't travel strapped cos my weapon's verbal We'll "Smoke On The Water" and drink Deep Purple This sh** like Google +, you ain't in my circle (Unh!)