Ya'll Been Clownin'
Tha Fireman and Kohlmane
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Wassup hoe? Yo my homies is my associate's Coppin' bags when it's appropriate I'm bout that over jet, over night Motherfuckers coming not polite I'm fitted up boutta take flight That's my space team Overseas we be with the bleeze somewhere under palm trees Ya'll just kick it Yo but only thing kicking it when I'm Bic'ing it I'm lighting up a stogie Bitch I'm smoking some cigars Except they filled with some kush and I'm staring up at Mars Yo check the motherfucking tag, I left it fucking on And I'm on one I got this drip from the pond But now I upgraded to a lake, Lake Hur-fucking-on First things first, yo helped my homie make the bond That's my brother, free John The fucking jakes So f*ck the Jakes we just tryna get bread and fucking escape You can't relate Lil' boy meet your fate Me and my homies ballin' and we playing Skate Bundles in my socks, tick-tock I wish I knew how to make it stop I'm sipping on a fifth dressed in fucking Polo I'm looking for a bitch, maybe need some promo Yo what the f*ck? She get that, she get that guap And then she come and give that top Bust down, it's only one Crown And it's up in my cup, word round town Used to not believe in clowns, but look around and ya'll inbounds I swear the industry upside down Upside down Industry upside down Okay My mic's up, my headphones up Chevrolet up on my shirt, bitch I'm wearing ribbons I'm Ernie, Kohlmane Bert I'm just testing my inventions I came out the midden, you move like a grandma knitting It was written ya'll my children and I ain't one to test religion Sike again! I'm writing in a beat up desk chair And I'm giving my screen a death stare Got a VD on my headwear You watching TV in your bed wear No World War III this a Red Scare And yes, I mean what I said there I ain't even popped a bean cause my head there Smoking watermelon 4k with a fucking 40 I ain't even texting shorties cause I know they gonna bore me Bitch I'm in a big crib like my name Corey I'm done giving big snips f*ck a snap story Real playas say what they want cause they real Real playas never ever tell or squeal Real playas don't wanna hear how you feel And if you ain't a real one catch this steel quick I reveal this stick and pop you I dropped you in the crick I tried to stop you damn I watched you try and steal his brick You ain't slick no magician Still a trick but no admission See you sitting and you wishing All that sitting lead to pissing Man your chances keep on slimming And your lights just keep on dimming Better go get you a fixing before you're lost and on your mission
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