Gyal Clown

[Intro]
Ohh, yeah, yeah
(High Fashion, you made this?)
Ohh, yeah
(SK Montana)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Grrah, grrah
Southside Upti

[Chorus]
Free my niggas on them bunks, A.R.P. this ain't a pump
You know she a dirty hoe, when a pussy smell like skunks
If you keep a stick then bust
Niggas keep a stick for nothing
Ain't no fuss, put you in the rush and leave your ass gushin'
Don't be a gyal clown nigga, lose your life over a thot
Gonna take this trash out nigga, pull up leave something in the dump
Play by family or the funds, shoot you in some Jordan 1s
Got a line up on their block, no [?], yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I'm out in Palm Angels talking to the devil
It's a 41 milli' bustin' baby, this ain't no bezel
You owe me, I'm collecting, no doubt I keep my weapon
I hear them saying, listen devil, we locked up this section
These niggas ain't hanging, these niggas ain't banging
These niggas ain't slanging, they ain't doing nothing
Lil' bro he's so slimy, HOC the family
Fuck all of that talkin', nigga, we could go to war

[Chorus]
Free my niggas on them bunks, A.R.P. this ain't a pump
You know she a dirty hoe, when a pussy smell like skunks
If you keep a stick then bust
Niggas keep a stick for nothing
Ain't no fuss, put you in the rush and leave your ass gushin'
Don't be a gyal clown nigga, lose your life over a thot
Gonna take this trash out nigga, pull up leave something in the dump
Play by family or the funds, shoot you in some Jordan 1s
Got a line up on their block, no [?], yeah, yeah