Key Glock - Clowns lyrics
[Key Glock - Clowns lyrics]
Ceeo, turn that beat up
I be Dolce & Gabbana to
The ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out the Benz
Smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth
I can't wait to crack a smile
I’m turned up, can't turn me down, bitch
I made my mama proud
Diamond chokers in my neck, wet
I might drown (yeah)
Bitch, I'm playin’ with a check
I don't play around (yeah)
Thumbin' through that cash, yes
I love how it sound (yeah)
School of hard knocks, bitch, got
My cap and gown, yeah
I ran up my my money
They say I act funny now (Up, what?)
Ain't shit change
(What?) , I been doin' this since a child
Yeah (Glock)
Talk of the town, yeah (Glizzock)
Slidin' with them rounds (Fire)
I never made a sound (Uh, uh)
I always held it down (yeah, Glock)
Used to jump the other side, now
Might jump in the crowd, yeah
(I'm lit) rockstar style, yeah
(Lit) , Glock goin' wild (yeah, yeah)
This ho talkin’ foul so I got to put her out
(Bitch)
I fired up a blunt of loud and said, "Bitch
Play with your child"
I be Dolce & Gabbana to
The ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out the Benz
Smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth
I can’t wait to crack a smile
I'm turned up, can’t turn me down, bitch
I made my mama proud
AMG coupe, yeah, I drip tomato soup, yeah
Smooth with the tool, yeah, forty on me full
Yeah hotter than June, ooh
(I'm hot) , breakin' all the rules, yeah
Your bitch just I'm rude
(What?) , ’cause, I can't be her boo
No I can't be that guy
(Uh, uh) , baby, I ain't gon' even lie
I can't trust her, she too fine
But still fuck her 'til she cry
Side bitch name Nina, I ain't gon' lie
She ride or die
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout my nine
I heard you niggas talkin' down
Ain't shit friendly in my city
Ridin' with sticks on Shelby Drive
And them niggas you see with me
Best believe that they gon' fire
Don't need thirty niggas with me
I know Fat gon' ride or die
That's my motherfuckin' guy
(Fat) , just went and bought him a four-five
Yeah (Glock)
I be Dolce & Gabbana to
The ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out the Benz
Smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth
I can't wait to crack a smile
I'm turned up, can't turn me down, bitch
I made my mama proud (Hell yeah)
Nigga
I be Dolce & Gabbana to
The ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out the Benz
Smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth
I can't wait to crack a smile
I’m turned up, can't turn me down, bitch
I made my mama proud
Diamond chokers in my neck, wet
I might drown (yeah)
Bitch, I'm playin’ with a check
I don't play around (yeah)
Thumbin' through that cash, yes
I love how it sound (yeah)
School of hard knocks, bitch, got
My cap and gown, yeah
I ran up my my money
They say I act funny now (Up, what?)
Ain't shit change
(What?) , I been doin' this since a child
Yeah (Glock)
Talk of the town, yeah (Glizzock)
Slidin' with them rounds (Fire)
I never made a sound (Uh, uh)
I always held it down (yeah, Glock)
Used to jump the other side, now
Might jump in the crowd, yeah
(I'm lit) rockstar style, yeah
(Lit) , Glock goin' wild (yeah, yeah)
This ho talkin’ foul so I got to put her out
(Bitch)
I fired up a blunt of loud and said, "Bitch
Play with your child"
I be Dolce & Gabbana to
The ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out the Benz
Smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth
I can’t wait to crack a smile
I'm turned up, can’t turn me down, bitch
I made my mama proud
AMG coupe, yeah, I drip tomato soup, yeah
Smooth with the tool, yeah, forty on me full
Yeah hotter than June, ooh
(I'm hot) , breakin' all the rules, yeah
Your bitch just I'm rude
(What?) , ’cause, I can't be her boo
No I can't be that guy
(Uh, uh) , baby, I ain't gon' even lie
I can't trust her, she too fine
But still fuck her 'til she cry
Side bitch name Nina, I ain't gon' lie
She ride or die
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout my nine
I heard you niggas talkin' down
Ain't shit friendly in my city
Ridin' with sticks on Shelby Drive
And them niggas you see with me
Best believe that they gon' fire
Don't need thirty niggas with me
I know Fat gon' ride or die
That's my motherfuckin' guy
(Fat) , just went and bought him a four-five
Yeah (Glock)
I be Dolce & Gabbana to
The ground on you clowns, yeah
Hop up out the Benz
Smell like a pound right now
Thirty thousand in my mouth
I can't wait to crack a smile
I'm turned up, can't turn me down, bitch
I made my mama proud (Hell yeah)
Nigga