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 I'm 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 I'ma get you you turn to spaghetti
Tryina skate I'ma 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
Written by: Carlos Young, Martel Reeves, TaVon WashingtonLyrics © JN MEDIA MUSIC PUBLISHING, EMPIRE PUBLISHINGLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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