Art

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah Holdup put the car into park Cream in my cup and it's dark This ain't just a verse- it's Art I can't give a bitch my heart I'm geeked up on meddies I'm ready High tech in my cup and it's heavy 2 choppas up close- it's wetty I'm in the trap finger fuckin the fetty 2 Choppas up close its wetty All this water in breaking the levy Where I'm from we do Helly- no Pelle Doctor Miami, came back with no belly I'm tryina fuck little bitch; is you ready? In this bitch with the whip just like Petty Put this glock to his muhfuckin temple bitch If ima get you- you turn to spaghetti Tryina skate- ima need me scat Slap a drum in a drake with my slatt Take it to me- I run that shit back I'm the one who put you on the map Bitch I paid for that ass that petty lil cash You trip then I'm taking it back I just need a lil blast; you pull out that bag You gon see Percocets and some racks Put the car into park Cream in my cup and it's dark This ain't just a verse- it's Art I can't give a bitch my heart I'm geeked up on meddies I'm ready High tech in my cup and it's heavy 2 choppas up close- it's wetty I'm in the trap finger fuckin the fetty