Clown Lyrics

Get the party started, grab that bag and roll some more

I be geeked as fuck all day like I can't live without it

I get lit and shake my hair like I got dreads up on it

And my bronem keep that stick, no he can't leave without it

And my bitch is always bitching about it

Keep some hoes around me, they like how I'm stylish

And I shake the room, got they speakers vibing

And they want that new shit, talking about when I'm dropping

They be feining for the drop, step outside

I be dripping, ain't no way I'm in a drought

I'm so cool because I'm up now

He can't be me, he not fitting in these shoes because he's a clown

Work too hard for you to step up in, I'm no pedestrian

Now they picking, but I'm reaping all these benefits

And I'm tweaking off the cannibis

Off the dome, it ain't no pen in this booth, no way

I can't stop until I'm finished bitch, ooh

Take my shot everytime, I'm still not missing it, who, hold on

I'm talking my shit on the song and I know that I got them confused

Better just know if it is up then it's just stuck, now it's just glued

Stepping outside with the ice and it look like I hopped out the pool

I know some niggas who get to that money, whole lot of niggas and none of them you

Whole lot of bills, all of them blue, whole lot of bills, all of them new

Shorty be tripping, I'm finna move, bitches or mils, what would I choose (That's easy)

You know I don't care about these thotties, I'm trying to go get to the loot

Living that life, colder than ice, baddie got spice, she in her mood

I'm finna cruise, I'm finna soar, rock out the show like we on tour

I used to scam off of the Tor, now I got yams, money galore

We don't got time to go trip about a whore, I send her back to the streets like she Dora

Don't give a shit if she forty by four, walk in the function, they rolling of course

Get the party started, grab that bag and roll some more

I be geeked as fuck all day like I can't live without it

I get lit and shake my hair like I got dreads up on it

And my bronem keep that stick, no he can't leave without it

And my bitch is always bitching about it

Keep some hoes around me, they like how I'm stylish

And I shake the room, got they speakers vibing

And they want that new shit, talking about when I'm dropping

They be feining for the drop, step outside

I be dripping, ain't no way I'm in a drought

I'm so cool because I'm up now

He can't be me, he not fitting in these shoes because he's a clown