Ray Vaughn Klown Dance Lyrics

[Intro: Ray Vaughn]
I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Shit, baby, it's on, man)
I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Yeah)
I ain't scared of shit but that woo-woo-woo-woo
Yeah

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
I've been flockin' (I've been flockin')
I've been scheemin' (I've been scheemin')
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 (Want)
[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
If l'm a crash dummy, then let me be (Yeah, homie, I'ma get off on 'em right now)
But I need that gas money, that EBT (Just give me all the SNAP 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've been scheemin', dog
Drop a check, then I f*ck 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
Remember Shaq's was out (Was)
Couldn't afford the Jordans
They roasted a nigga in a Carmelitos
While I was fantasizin' how to get the bankroll
Blockin' the crib that had sold Doritos
f*ck 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, nigga
And I want it, nigga
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
I've been flockin' (I've been flockin', yeah)
I've been scheemin' (I've been scheemin')
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 (Want, go, go, go)

[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
If l'm a crash dummy, then let me be (Yeah, homie, I'ma get off on 'em right now)
But I need that gas money, that EBT (Just give me all the SNAP on the petrol)
Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP (Yeah, yeah) Niggas ain't never had nothin' 'til EDD (Lil Brokies)

[Refrain: Ray Vaughn & Jay Rock]
I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Goddamn)
I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Ayy, ayy, ayy, G, be quiet)
I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Man, woo)
I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
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 through my shoes
Butter my bread up, I'm thumbin' through 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
'Til then, nigga
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
I've been flockin' (I've been flockin')
I've been scheemin' (I've been scheemin')
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 (Want, go)

[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
If l'm a crash dummy, then let me be (Yeah, homie, I'ma get off on 'em right now)
(Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet)
But I need that gas money, that EBT (Just give me all the SNAP on the petrol)
Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas ain't never had nothin' 'til EDD (Lil Brokies, go)

[Refrain: Ray Vaughn]
I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Goddamn)
I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Ayy, ayy, ayy, G, be quiet)
I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Man, woo)
I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that
Niggas tryna do right, man, you really got that rap shit on a chokehold, my nigga
So like, lead the way, bruh