clowns Lyrics

Off an Addy and a joint at 4am I'm lit now

I got supersonic hearin' when they talkin shit now

Speedin' down the highway and I'm goin quick now

I don't fuck with oppas and coppers and all these

motherfuckin' clowns

Fuck your bitch and I'm runnin' and then

I'm smokin' a blunt and then I'm inhalin' these motherfuckers be failin

Blowin' smoke in the air lil' bitch feel like Will cause I'm feral

I got you feelin' the peril designer on the apparel

Designer all on the pants I get my cash in advance

Money fall like avalanche I got your bitch in the trench

I got a mill in the bank I'm smokin' shit that is stank

I'm eatin' expensive steaks you eatin' glizzies with franks

I'm eatin' good you eatin' canned ravioli

Why the fuck does everybody act like they know me

Look at my wrist and all you see is the rollie

We ain't on the same level bitch you know you below me

No we can never compare

Yeah I got em' shocked I'm finna give em the chair

Keep it all for myself I don't know how to share

Yeah they talkin' to me like they really think that I care

I can never bitch I'll tune em' out you know I don't listen

I don't wanna hear you fuckin' whinin' and bitchin'

Fuckin' with the gang you might end up goin missing

Brand new foreign 120 on the dash yeah I'm whippin'

Off an Addy and a joint at 4am I'm lit now

I got supersonic hearin' when they talkin shit now

Speedin' down the highway and I'm goin quick now

I don't fuck with oppas and coppers and all these

motherfuckin' clowns

I don't fuck with em' I can't trust in em

Your bitch on my nuts and you know that she suckin' em

Hit em' in the head you know that I'm concussin' em

Hit em' with a stick like I'm truckin' em'

Hit em' in the head hit em' in the face

Nobody saw me bitch I never catch a fuckin' case

Bitch I'm higher than the moon I'm in fuckin' space

Talkin' shit then I'ma pull up at your fuckin' place

Yeah this bitch talkin' I don't wanna hear it

Yeah I'm whippin' around the corner bitch I'm fuckin' steerin

When I pull up on stage yeah they fuckin' cheerin

Yeah you bought a feature but I'm never fuckin' clearin

Yeah I'm shoppin' for designer you in fuckin' clearance

I'm so high up off the drugs I am not coherent

Yeah I got my balls draggin' like I'm fuckin' Beerus

Whippin' in the ghost I'll turn you to a fuckin' spirit

Bitch I'll turn you to a phantom

Makin' money yeah I gotta get my bands up

I got two bitches ridin' me like a tandem

Yeah you bitchin' and cryin' throwin' a tantrum

Off an Addy and a joint at 4am I'm lit now

I got supersonic hearin' when they talkin shit now

Speedin' down the highway and I'm goin quick now

I don't fuck with oppas and coppers and all these

motherfuckin' clowns