Clowns

Ey, bitch you a clown, you belong in the circus Please just stop rapping, your music is worthless You tryna flex and act like you up next But your clout is fake, we can tell that it's purchased You think you're hard, but all your shit is trash You rap about trapping, and smoking on gas That shits not impressive, think you need some lessons So sit the fuck down, let me take you to class These hoes mad, I don't care They got fake titties and fake hair When I walk in, they all stare 'Cause I'm going dumb, like I'm impaired No I don't know why they all upset Just get off yo' ass and go chase you a check These hoes so broke, they sell pics of their breasts They ain't paying taxes to the IRS What's up man, i'm an up and coming artist I go by the name 'Lil Avacado' Or a repost or a shout out or some kind of clout Any kind of clout at all just please give me clout Please, please give me clout God damn, shut the fuck up If you want a verse then bitch, you outta luck Your shit is so weak, you can't even rap So if you want a feature, then I need a bag And don't get me started on all of these phonies You say that we're bros, when you don't even know me How you gon' hate on me, behind my back Then come ask for help when we ain't even homies You bitches are clowns I'm smoking my weed by the pound I think that I'm running the town I'm blowing up fast You say you got all of this money but it ain't nowhere to be found Boy you such a simp You act like you got all the hoes But no one believes you're a pimp You just told that hoe that you love her Now I'm 'boutta fuck her so hard that she walk with a limp