This pussy little bitch
Who?
I'm talking bout' the snitch
He must have autism
Makin' songs about his mom's alcoholism
Every song he makes never worrying about quality
Honestly?
Love IS Love
But you ain't gotta say it in every song
Tell me I'm wrong
You lost Allen and the tinder guy
You might as well name your next album "I'm Bi"
My guy
You don't even use a pop filter
Bout' to f*ck your life up on the beat no filter
You talkin shit about your sister on snapchat
Recordin' 50 takes you can't even rap fast
Hoe you don't wanna be in the way when my AK blast
Imma leave you in a cast
Told the mandem they gassed
Bitch you won't even last
Blood drippin' out of ya fukin' snout
You gonna make it?
I doubt
You are shit
1 Suggestion: Just quit
You beggin' for attention
That's it
Till ya skull fukin' Split
The Man, The Myth
Hoe my name is Yung Thicc
Go sit
On a dick
Ya lost the keys to ya car
Bet you won't get far
With this diss I'm raising the bar
While you give no credit to fukin' Star
While you give no credit to fukin' Star
Are you Bi?
Are you Tri?
Even a guy?
Think you so fly
I see you on Instagram
Look like you a burnt up ham
Yeah
Cause I can jam
You be canned
Off the stage
Off your pedestal
You miniscule
On your menstrual cycle
We be psycho
You like them little boys
You just like Michael
Bitch you trifle
Sound like you be rappin' on that Nyquil
Yeah Clown Shoes go hard
F*ck your ukulele
We got guitars
You wanna spar?
Won't make it far
Yo
No room for bitches or snitches
Leave you in stitches
You can't miss this
K-Clowns in this business
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Here comes clown shoes
Back again
Can you handle this?
This hardcore mic rhymin'
I don't care if you
Bi
Gay
Lesbo
You can't even handle drivin' a lambo
We be mobbin'
We be rhymin'
We be spittin' these rhymes
We gonna be #1
Clown Shoes
Goin' for that gold
Getting' that platinum
We be makin' that million
Gettin' that billion
In out bank accounts
While you be sittin' there cryin' like
"Should've been me"
"Could've been me"
But you're out
Clown shoes
#1
Wo-Wo-Wo-Wo
Yung Thicc Boi - SNITCH (feat. Clown Sho3s) Lyrics
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This pussy little bitch
Who?
I'm talking bout' the snitch
He must have autism
Makin' songs about his mom's alcoholism
Every song he makes never worrying about quality
Honestly?
Love IS Love
But you ain't gotta say it in every song
Tell me I'm wrong
You lost Allen and the tinder guy
You might as well name your next album "I'm Bi"
My guy
You don't even use a pop filter
Bout' to f*ck your life up on the beat no filter
You talkin shit about your sister on snapchat
Recordin' 50 takes you can't even rap fast
Hoe you don't wanna be in the way when my AK blast
Imma leave you in a cast
Told the mandem they gassed
Bitch you won't even last
Blood drippin' out of ya fukin' snout
You gonna make it?
I doubt
You are shit
1 Suggestion: Just quit
You beggin' for attention
That's it
Till ya skull fukin' Split
The Man, The Myth
Hoe my name is Yung Thicc
Go sit
On a dick
Ya lost the keys to ya car
Bet you won't get far
With this diss I'm raising the bar
While you give no credit to fukin' Star
While you give no credit to fukin' Star
Are you Bi?
Are you Tri?
Even a guy?
Think you so fly
I see you on Instagram
Look like you a burnt up ham
Yeah
Cause I can jam
You be canned
Off the stage
Off your pedestal
You miniscule
On your menstrual cycle
We be psycho
You like them little boys
You just like Michael
Bitch you trifle
Sound like you be rappin' on that Nyquil
Yeah Clown Shoes go hard
F*ck your ukulele
We got guitars
You wanna spar?
Won't make it far
Yo
No room for bitches or snitches
Leave you in stitches
You can't miss this
K-Clowns in this business
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Here comes clown shoes
Back again
Can you handle this?
This hardcore mic rhymin'
I don't care if you
Bi
Gay
Lesbo
You can't even handle drivin' a lambo
We be mobbin'
We be rhymin'
We be spittin' these rhymes
We gonna be #1
Clown Shoes
Goin' for that gold
Getting' that platinum
We be makin' that million
Gettin' that billion
In out bank accounts
While you be sittin' there cryin' like
"Should've been me"
"Could've been me"
But you're out
Clown shoes
#1
Wo-Wo-Wo-Wo
Who?
I'm talking bout' the snitch
He must have autism
Makin' songs about his mom's alcoholism
Every song he makes never worrying about quality
Honestly?
Love IS Love
But you ain't gotta say it in every song
Tell me I'm wrong
You lost Allen and the tinder guy
You might as well name your next album "I'm Bi"
My guy
You don't even use a pop filter
Bout' to f*ck your life up on the beat no filter
You talkin shit about your sister on snapchat
Recordin' 50 takes you can't even rap fast
Hoe you don't wanna be in the way when my AK blast
Imma leave you in a cast
Told the mandem they gassed
Bitch you won't even last
Blood drippin' out of ya fukin' snout
You gonna make it?
I doubt
You are shit
1 Suggestion: Just quit
You beggin' for attention
That's it
Till ya skull fukin' Split
The Man, The Myth
Hoe my name is Yung Thicc
Go sit
On a dick
Ya lost the keys to ya car
Bet you won't get far
With this diss I'm raising the bar
While you give no credit to fukin' Star
While you give no credit to fukin' Star
Are you Bi?
Are you Tri?
Even a guy?
Think you so fly
I see you on Instagram
Look like you a burnt up ham
Yeah
Cause I can jam
You be canned
Off the stage
Off your pedestal
You miniscule
On your menstrual cycle
We be psycho
You like them little boys
You just like Michael
Bitch you trifle
Sound like you be rappin' on that Nyquil
Yeah Clown Shoes go hard
F*ck your ukulele
We got guitars
You wanna spar?
Won't make it far
Yo
No room for bitches or snitches
Leave you in stitches
You can't miss this
K-Clowns in this business
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Here comes clown shoes
Back again
Can you handle this?
This hardcore mic rhymin'
I don't care if you
Bi
Gay
Lesbo
You can't even handle drivin' a lambo
We be mobbin'
We be rhymin'
We be spittin' these rhymes
We gonna be #1
Clown Shoes
Goin' for that gold
Getting' that platinum
We be makin' that million
Gettin' that billion
In out bank accounts
While you be sittin' there cryin' like
"Should've been me"
"Could've been me"
But you're out
Clown shoes
#1
Wo-Wo-Wo-Wo
Writer: William Hunter
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid