Clowns
You hoes are clowns
Tell me how you like to play around
I'm on my Meg shit you know how I put it down
Hoes run they mouth like they fist steady beating
Crying to move on baby girl you be leeching
Ion even know you ion wanna be ya friend
Yo nigga in my dms do you think I just be playing
The Queen already spoke but the nigga in me deeper
Ima ride this fucking wave bitch I ain't no Stanley Steamer
Cash set, ass fat, roll out in a Porsche
I ain't tryna stop ya bag sis
You did that. DIVORCE
Tell these niggas what you want
Tell these hoes how you feel
Ask ya girl Lanáy and I'll always keep it real
I aint trying do shit for the motherfucking free
If a bitch wanna rap then she gotta pay me
I got my cash steady flowing
My blunts steady rolling
But lil mama you hoeing
So tell me where you going
Ain't invited to the party, yet you bitches are clowns
Y'all only talk shit when nobody's around
My money making noise, I guess yours ain't very loud
Only good for throwing ass, I hope ya mama is proud
Ain't invited to the party, yet you bitches are clowns
Y'all only talk shit when nobody's around
My money making noise, I guess yours ain't very loud
Only good for throwing ass, I hope ya mama is proud
Let's See
Binky, Bozo, Bubbles and Doink
Y'all stay telling stories but never get the point
Y'all do with your body what I can do with my voice
Shaking ya ass to make it clap, I let my stats make the noise
Tension be so thick, I need to cut it with some scissors
Don't care about ya man, cause I'm probably witcha sista
All up on my insta, but ya never like a picture
Y'all worse than the red haired emoji on twitter
Like to brag about your cash but this is normal to me
I don't just rap, I'm in my bag, I got my college degree
Top of my class, I know you mad, but just stop talking to me
I don't associate with bums, all my niggas can eat
You got beef, I stay hungry, just step up to the plate
My team full of heavy hitters
Just stay outta the way
We'll let you bat, but what was that
It flew into the gate
After a pause, just know "you're out"
In case you thought you was safe
Ain't invited to the party, yet you bitches are clowns
Y'all only talk shit when nobody's around
My money making noise, I guess yours ain't very loud
Only good for throwing ass, I hope ya mama is proud
Tell me how you like to play around
I'm on my Meg shit you know how I put it down
Hoes run they mouth like they fist steady beating
Crying to move on baby girl you be leeching
Ion even know you ion wanna be ya friend
Yo nigga in my dms do you think I just be playing
The Queen already spoke but the nigga in me deeper
Ima ride this fucking wave bitch I ain't no Stanley Steamer
Cash set, ass fat, roll out in a Porsche
I ain't tryna stop ya bag sis
You did that. DIVORCE
Tell these niggas what you want
Tell these hoes how you feel
Ask ya girl Lanáy and I'll always keep it real
I aint trying do shit for the motherfucking free
If a bitch wanna rap then she gotta pay me
I got my cash steady flowing
My blunts steady rolling
But lil mama you hoeing
So tell me where you going
Ain't invited to the party, yet you bitches are clowns
Y'all only talk shit when nobody's around
My money making noise, I guess yours ain't very loud
Only good for throwing ass, I hope ya mama is proud
Ain't invited to the party, yet you bitches are clowns
Y'all only talk shit when nobody's around
My money making noise, I guess yours ain't very loud
Only good for throwing ass, I hope ya mama is proud
Let's See
Binky, Bozo, Bubbles and Doink
Y'all stay telling stories but never get the point
Y'all do with your body what I can do with my voice
Shaking ya ass to make it clap, I let my stats make the noise
Tension be so thick, I need to cut it with some scissors
Don't care about ya man, cause I'm probably witcha sista
All up on my insta, but ya never like a picture
Y'all worse than the red haired emoji on twitter
Like to brag about your cash but this is normal to me
I don't just rap, I'm in my bag, I got my college degree
Top of my class, I know you mad, but just stop talking to me
I don't associate with bums, all my niggas can eat
You got beef, I stay hungry, just step up to the plate
My team full of heavy hitters
Just stay outta the way
We'll let you bat, but what was that
It flew into the gate
After a pause, just know "you're out"
In case you thought you was safe
Ain't invited to the party, yet you bitches are clowns
Y'all only talk shit when nobody's around
My money making noise, I guess yours ain't very loud
Only good for throwing ass, I hope ya mama is proud
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Writer(s): Shaneequa Thompson
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