Ya'll Been Clownin'

Tha Fireman and Kohlmane

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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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Written by: Devin Hall, Kohlman Bloyd

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