BOZO Lyrics

That boy sweet as hell, call him fruit of the loom like my boxers

I'll flex a hundred watches before I flex a hundred dollars

When I call a hit in it's not one, it's bout a hundred choppers

I'm like Sada Baby when I send the shots in lotta yoppers

Abe Lincoln when I tip this hat off to your dead partner

I'ma walk past a grieving family like, excuse me, pardon

Real soon, I'ma get paid for shit-talking

I just need about a hundred M's so I can keep on steppin' walkin'

Leave that slow ass in a wheelchair like Stephen Hawking

Oh you need a ride? Well tell his ass to keep

Walkin'

When you up, they try to fuck you up

All my opps can tell you that I'll fuckin' flop you up

Better have Obamacare when I jock you up

Better have Dr. Schulz when I sock you up

Yea!

Told him he a fuckin' bozo

Tryna send a hit on me, yo guys said it's

A no-go

Now it's my turn, I said fashitsho

When I send my guys in, they gon' turn that bitch into a shit show

When you see the hellcats, turn that bitch into a pit show

Yeah, I'ma turn this bitch the fuck up, hit a heavy pitch hoe

That boy sweet as hell, call him fruit of the loom like my boxers

I'll flex a hundred watches before I flex a hundred dollars

When I call a hit in it's not one, it's bout a hundred choppers

I'm like Sada Baby when I send the shots in lotta yoppers

That boy sweet as hell, call him fruit of the loom like my boxers

I'll flex a hundred watches before I flex a hundred dollars

When I call a hit in it's not one, it's bout a hundred choppers

I'm like Sada Baby when I send the shots in lotta yoppers