Clowns

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 ngigas 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
 
 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 ngigas 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