KLOWN dance Lyrics by Ray Vaughn (feat. Jay Rock)
Yeah
I’ve been flockin’
I’ve been scheemin’
I’ve been plottin’
To get all that I want
I’ve been flockin’
I’ve been thievin’
Sorry, Mama
I need all of my wants
If I’ma crash dummy then let me be
But I need that gas money, that EBT
Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas ain’t never had nothin’ till EDD
Runnin’, runnin’
And I’ve been scheemin’, dawg
Drop a check, then I *** up a Chase account
The check ain’t bounce, chef’s kiss
We makin’ out, I had sleep for dinner
But I really got a taste for clout
Rob the crib, take the house
Iron on me, so the *** could get straightened out
The hood never had a place for doubts
Look at me wearin’ *** that I can’t pronounce
Remember Shaq’s was out
Couldn’t afford the Jordans
They roasted a *** in a Carmelitos
While I was fantasizin’ how to get the bank roll
Blockin’ the crib that had sold Doritos
*** a sentence, four convictions
Runnin’ with niggas that’s gon’ go the distance
How does it feel to have no offenses?
I’m down to go to jail if I want it, ***
And I want it, ***
I’ve been flockin’ (Yeah)
I’ve been scheemin’
I’ve been plottin’
To get all that I want
I’ve been flockin’
I’ve been thievin’
Sorry, Mama
I need all of my wants
If I’ma crash dummy then let me be
But I need that gas money, that EBT
Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas ain’t never had nothin’ till EDD (Lil Brokies)
I ain’t scared of *** but my mama belt and that DA
I ain’t scared of *** but my mama belt and that DA (Aye, aye)
I ain’t scared of *** but my mama belt and that DA
I ain’t scared of *** but my mama belt and that–
Aye, aye, outside the house we was poppin’ them locks
No burgers, just burglars, we in and we out
Caught in a jam who gettin’ you out
Public pretenders just runnin’ they mouth
Call up a lawyer fill up retainer
Got out on that bail and still one in the chamber
It’s logic, yeah, from streets to the jail
You stupid as hell, you don’t keep you a banger
Red be the bangers you see thru my shoes
Butter my bread up I’m thumbin’ thru blues
Watchin’ the Debos, got bricks in my view
Niggas get hungry, you lookin’ like food
That PPP, EDD gone
Tell me what happen they runnin’ to you
We all know the answers
No need for debatin’ it is what it is
Till then ***
I’ve been flockin’
I’ve been scheemin’
I’ve been plottin’
To get all that I want
I’ve been flockin’
I’ve been thievin’
Sorry, Mama
I need all of my wants
If I’ma crash dummy then let me be
But I need that gas money, that EBT
Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas ain’t never had nothin’ till EDD (Lil Brokies)
I ain’t scared of *** but my mama belt and that DA
I ain’t scared of *** but my mama belt and that DA
I ain’t scared of *** but my mama belt and that DA
I ain’t scared of *** but my mama belt and that DA