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