Clownin’ Lyrics – BabyTron

Read the full Clownin’ lyrics by BabyTron along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Babytron’s music, you can also explore BRAIN FART/MASTERPIECE and Half-Ugly, two other songs by Babytron.

[Intro]
Gnah (B!tch)

[Verse]
Your gang a circus full of clowns
Pulled up in some Diesel jeans for her to pull ’em down
You would think that Cuddy chest pressing how he pushing pounds
You get pushed around
You be looking up to motherfu*kers, I be looking down
Fully switch’ll turn his hooptay to a unicycle
Hunting for an opp, no, not a deer I ever shoot a rifle
If I’m ever number one contender, they gon’ lose the title

Feeling like I’m T Bone, I’ll ride rockets for new arrivals
Catch that pu*sy, make him bleed like he was going through a cycl
olden rope, it’s wrapped around my neck, you’d think I’m suicidal
Any time my brother ran a route, you know I threw a spiral
As many times I spinned your lil’ ho, you’d think your boo a vinyl
You could never hit the stage, the crowd’d throw tomatoes at you
When it’s time to go and slide, I might just throw the Draco at you
I hope you ready, ain’t no b!tching
I hope you should keep your album in the vault off how the snippets sound
You would think we filling up balloons with all these whippets ’round
Walk him down, then run away, then you can catch me skipping towns
Off an addy, you would think I popped an O-dose
Dressing like a samurai, I popped out, Yohji Yamamoto
Golden Presi’ chocolate face, you’d probably think the watch a Rolo
Live the fast live and with this double cup, I’m driving slo-mo
He got biscuits on his feet, in other words, he’s rocking Nono
Custo bought a bird that couldn’t even fly, he copped a dodo, b!tch
The chains hit different, you would think I’m FYB
If I stacked the mula, it’ll fit right in in NYC
Problems in my life a lil’ more serious than XYZ
Ho brain extravagant, she should’ve went to MIT
I got Poole and Pontiac, you would think I’m DDG
Me and brodie riding ’round with twin Glocks, DCG
Give him angel wings, turn him to dust, the bullets PCP
What he’s wearing ancient, think his ‘fit was made in BCE

Y’all was playing Manhunt, we was hitting cribs
Y’all was grinding My Parks while me and gang was hitting licks
Y’all don’t got a thing to eat, we’ve been digging in
Real life GTA, but s*it, the only mission’s win
Make your b!tch swallow my sword
If you looking for the Plug, you better just follow the cords
Life gets hard, just hold on tight, something like a trapez
ang deep as hell on bulls*it, something like a stampede

[Outro]
Gnah