KLOWN Dance

Lyrics

[Intro: Ray Vaughn] I ain't scared of that I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Shit, baby, we on, man) I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Yeah) I ain't scared of shit but that whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop (Yeah) [Chorus: Ray Vaughn] I've been flockin' (I've been flockin') I've been schemin' (I've been schemin') I've been plottin' (I've been plottin') To get all that I want (Yeah) I've been flockin' (I've been flockin') I've been thievin' (I've been thievin') Sorry, mama (Sorry, mama) I need all of my wants (Wants) [Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn] If l'm a crash dummy, then let me be (Dead homies, I'ma get off on 'em right now) But I need that gas money, that EBT (Give me all the shit that's on the petrol) Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP (Yeah, yeah) Niggas ain't never had nothin' 'til EDD [Verse 1: Ray Vaughn] Runnin', runnin' And I been schemin', dog Drop a check and then fuck 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 shit could get straightened out The hood never had a place for doubts Look at me wearin' shit that I can't pronounce 'Member Shaqs was out (Oh, shit) Couldn't afford the Jordans They roasted a nigga in the Carmelitos While I was fantasizin' how to get the bankroll And flockin' a crib that had sold Doritos Fuck a sentence, four convictions Ran it 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, nigga And I want it, nigga [Chorus: Ray Vaughn] I've been flockin' (I've been flockin', yeah) I've been schemin' (I've been schemin') I've been plottin' (I've been plottin') To get all that I want (Go) I've been flockin' (I've been flockin') I've been thievin' (I've been thievin') Sorry, mama (Sorry, mama) I need all of my wants (Go, go, go, go) [Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn] If l'm a crash dummy, then let me be (Dead homies, I'ma get off on 'em right now) But I need that gas money, that EBT (Give me all the shit that's on the petrol) Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP (Yeah, yeah) Niggas ain't never had nothin' 'til EDD (Lil' brokies, yeah, go) [Refrain: Ray Vaughn & Jay Rock] I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (On God, nigga) I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA, ayy, ayy (On Jesus fuckin' Christ) I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (That what?) I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Outside the house, we was poppin' them locks No burgers, just burglars, was 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 through my shoes Butter my bread up, I'm thumbin' through blues Watchin' the Deebos, 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, 'til then, nigga [Chorus: Ray Vaughn] I've been flockin' (I've been flockin') I've been schemin' (I've been schemin') I've been plottin' (I've been plottin') To get all that I want I've been flockin' (I've been flockin') I've been thievin' (I've been thievin') Sorry, mama (Sorry, mama) I need all of my wants (Go) [Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn] If l'm a crash dummy, then let me be (Dead homies, I'ma get off on 'em right now) But I need that gas money, that EBT (Give me all the shit that's on the petrol) Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP (Yeah, yeah) Niggas ain't never had nothin' 'til EDD (Lil' brokies, go) [Outro: Ray Vaughn] I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (On God, nigga) I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA, ayy, ayy (On Jesus fuckin' Christ) I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Niggas tryna do right, man, you, you really got that rap shit) I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that (On a chokehold, my nigga, so like) Lead the way, bruh