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Circle Small
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Hip-Hop
Circle Small was released on April 24, 2026 by FRVR International Holdings as a part of the album I Can't Feel My Face
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B6
B6
Performer
Zahir Myles
Zahir Myles
Lead Vocals
Corey Brown
Corey Brown
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Warhol.SS
Warhol.SS
Songwriter
B6
B6
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Izzy
Izzy
Producer

Lyrics

Intro
Verse 1
Why you nae, all your whips is Tobe, bitch I'm Kunta Kinte
I had put some pasta in the wood, call that shit aldente (Al dente)
And the mask can't fit my face, like Kakashi sensei (Kakashi sensei)
Or a tray of triss, but she want caramel cappuccino vinte (cups)
Drac boys suit like a penguin, they like B6 so distinguished (distinguished)
I'm so hot, yea I'm hard to extinguish (hard to extinguish)
With a ten on a boat in New England (a ten)
Hit her one time and this shit linger, you still got a rapper **** singing (singing)
And I think that Google for the police, incognito tapping then' I bing it (incognito)
Hop out the opp side, and foe em four deep
I'm in this bitch with nothin' but proceeds
I made it harder for everything after me, my cup darker it look like Toby
Strike it once, I'll strike it again
I've been knockin' pins down, but I ain't bowling
Playing ball, tryna go get a buggy
The trap jumpin' I'm finger rolling
Screwed up, I think the potion got me
Life a gamble I ain't Telaise
Weed man tryna play with the pack
Call it stomach shots, call it beef and broccoli
Be there once, I'm a top ranker
No second guessing why she wanna top me
Turn em up, gave **** spots
So I'm scorchin' hot, bitch said "clock it"
And I'm hot, like the month of June
They couldn't see it, right under their noses
Wakin' up smell the coffee and roses, I'm not with that shit you imposin'
If you try that shit I paint the room, Glock got em strikin' different poses
Imma use the mask to hide my face, they got composite sketches and composers
And that watch remind me of my heart, cause both them bitches really frozen
I'm way better by my lonely, I'm doing greater by my lonesome
So my circle smaller than a 50
Me and War strapped with conundrums, Tommy gun got some wood-grain
Hit like Michelangelo nun- chucks
Two peas in a pod, the spot so loaded two-car garage
Couldn't be no way she seen me in her future, that shit must be a mirage
223's the stick went through, him and clicked his ass
That's shish kabob, I push weight and I don't lift a finger
I guess you could say I've been shallot
Fans told me I'm speakin' to em, everytime I drop it's Christmas time
Wear my jersey and put up 30,I play for the greatest gang of all time
Mafioso, you can't move unless it's sanctioned
The ins and outs, I'm makin' new loaf through a drought
It's fuck ****, I don't play that house
(Fuck everybody, la familia
Nah for real ****)
Written by: B6, Warhol.SS
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