Art Show

Lyrics

[Intro] (FBeat go crazy) Ayy Nigga (FBeat producin' all the heat) [Verse 1] Push-start the whip, ain't no keys, baby hopped in Have you ever gotten fucked in a drop Benz? No, this ain't no MySpace, but she gon' top friends Two bitches brought me five figures, but they not tens I want a good hooker, not a good looker I'll go and shoot a movie, I'll come Chris Tucker I don't want no square bitch, I want a dick sucker I'ma get them numbers out the bitch, you want the bitch number We ain't the same, nigga, it's a big difference I be gеtting chicken, boy, you broke, eating McChickеns Watch that clock while you hot 'cause that bitch ticking Tell me how you put your trust in her if the bitch dripping Thinking with your dick get you fucked like a ho bitch I be my 'bout my money, lil' bitch, yeah, you know this He said what about who? Drop the addy, yeah, we on it What's the numbers on the drank? Fuck that, nigga, pour it Put your trust in her, she gon' leave you at your lowest You know this You ain't gettin' money, nigga, focus Nigga said he pimpin', but tricking on a ho bitch Thirty milligram Adderall got me focused [Bridge] Lil' baby, ask around, I got gas like an ARCO Nigga want a chip, we gon' spark those He wasn't thinking with his head, where his heart go? Messy murder scene, boy, it lookin' like an art show It ain't hard to tell a nigga really gettin' rackades I remember puttin' bitches on the Backpage Blow her back out, tryna fuck her 'til her back break Nigga say it's up, pourin' smoke by the ashtray [Verse 2] Boy, you just pretending, you ain't into that Why you rapping 'bout your opps if you ain't get 'em back? And if you did, why you speaking on who getting whacked? Nigga, ayy, keep your mouth closed And if you did it out a whip, we don't count those We call that nigga ice man 'cause he out cold Only hundreds and the fifties when I count rolls Nigga, ayy, I get a whole lot of I can't say my nigga name, he a known shotta Bitch crazy every day like a soap opera Nigga, you ain't bustin' any scripts, you got no doctors Whole pint came sealed, boy, you know the deal Two hundred every line, make me wanna steal My sons gettin' older, jewels gettin' colder Bro don't lift no weight, but he movin' boulders She tried to come around, but she ain't match the quota Bitch crazy, told me meet her up at Bossa Nova Hmm, so I left her on seen Bitch, I'd rather go and pop a Perc', sip some lean Hmm, I'ma get it, any means Nigga, I'ma do it by myself, fuck a team Ayy, baby, tell me if it's green Arch your back up, make you feel it in your spleen Four thousand on the fit, this some light shit (FBeat go crazy) You can have her for the day, I get the night shift You a background nigga, you a sidekick I'll go and read a bitch mind like a psychic I been chasin' Ben Frank' to the bank Treat the opps like our kids, we'll get a nigga spanked (FBeat producin' all the heat) How you ballin', but you broke? Nigga, quit it, I don't get it We be goin' back and forth with the opps like it's tennis Ayy