ARt ft. CM Buddha Lyrics

(Aye, aye)

(Yea yea yea, aye aye)

Robyn Debanx, I stay with a shank

Ima push on that gas like its NASCAR

I got stains on my carpet from spillin' the hart

And I deal with my heart when I pour up the hart

Had to let go of press, nigga had to move smart

And I cut that bitch cause I had to move smart

I designer my bitch, got her lookin' like art

(Got her looking like art)

I designer my bitch, got her lookin' like art

And my men be thuggin' it up in the street

We ready for niggas with fat shit

I go Dior my body, Balenci my feet

Everyday I be upin my fashion

And I play with that draco, gon smack shit

And I flip up the pac like gymnastics

And I talk to the boss not the sidekick

These niggas be bluffin, won't slime shit

Not milk but I be creamin'

I be on some low shit, fuck the scene

Long live my brother, free Naseem

I stayed ten, fuck what it seem

My youngins be ready to paint the scene

I be touching bags, I feel like Big Meech

You heard my ex

Shit aint

Really what it seem

They ain't have my back and I should've seen

Call me big cash cause that's where I be

Niggas lost motion, that's a fact

Y'all up of fraud we be really in the trap

He told me how to whip it, that's some crack

And I slow it down when I throw it back

Just remember no strings attached

And I don't love, all facts

And my men be thuggin' it up in the street

We ready for niggas with fat shit

I go Dior my body, Balenci my feet

Everyday I be upin my fashion

And I play with that draco, gon smack shit

And I flip up the pac like gymnastics

And I talk to the boss not the sidekick

These niggas be bluffin, won't slime shit