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Art
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Art was released on July 3, 2026 by Glass Window Entertainment/Motown Records as a part of the album S.K.A.T.E.
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Performer
Al Geno
Al Geno
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Adams
Ryan Adams
Songwriter
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al Geno
Al Geno
Producer
Jayrich
Jayrich
Recording Engineer
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Mixing Engineer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Al Geno, right
[Verse 1]
Starin' out the Maybach window with a **** bitch
Bro said he love spendin' way more than fuckin' his chick
I give him confidential forms on platforms to get rich
Free the bros, I can't type "Fuck the streets" 'cause I'd be in debt
A million miles from home, girl, I ain't see you
'Cause you know I'd bring you to the beach view
Came to your condo high just to undress you
Bought the Patek watch for two and I just met you
Racks on top of my motherfuckin' cash, uh
I made them hoes scissor and we wasn't listenin' to R&B
Lookin' at KB, and all I think about is Street
He ain't check PC, though, he got snitchin' on his sheet
We the hardest **** out Alabama since Doe B
And we ain't movin' around without it
I fuck with Marquis the most, he ate the case like it was nothing
He showed me bro realer, I shot him twenty-five hundred
[Verse 2]
If you rich and that's your bitch, gotta pay her rent and her mama's
Had to cut some **** off like Jeffrey Dahmer
Quarter ticket'll get your case beat like BabyWave
When you get fresh as hell, **** gon' segregate
When you down about a bitch, you gave her every detail
Got your nosebleed sickness, brother far from a player
I seen the news about Lil Poppa, mental health is for real
I'm gettin' so much paper now, I'll probably tattoo my Zelle
I get fresh, it's for real, freehand, I ain't measure the seal
My priorities so fucked up, my closet cost more than the crib
I DM'd a whole new person, motion, I didn't fix her, yo
So geeked, I'm talkin' third person like I'm MexikoDro
[Verse 3]
You gotta embrace it
You stood over an opp with that Draco, you hittin' for greatness
Got escorts signin' NDAs like they applications
Bitches tryna sue you, barely even knew you
Bro say he love his lawyers way more than he love Jerusalem
[Outro]
Who are you settlin' down with?
Who you, who you signin' in San Francisco?
Who you movin' around with?
Uh, uh, the Audemars is touchin' your wrist bone
Racks on top of my motherfuckin' cash, uh
Pull up on me straight from the club and we gon' take a shower
I ain't the only **** you be tellin' to get you a towel
Come from where a few ****' pride is worth somethin', a few **** died
Written by: Gene Hixon, Ryan Adams
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