Arts & Crafts

(Turbo)

That nigga be flexin' like ab's
Lil' nigga white money ima cow, uh
Bitch, just put it on my tab
Tripping off the bankroll like I'm Fab, uh
High as hell, I think I did a dab, uh
Ain't no Uber in your city, bitch
 we'll call a cab
Foenem catch a body and laugh, uh
Don't make 'em draw on you
Like arts and crafts, uh
Stomp a nigga out, uh
Deep, I be in the loud, uh
My money ballin tennis style, uh
These hoes be wild foul, uh
We got the cannon, Wild 'N out, uh
I made my grandma my proud
I got my grandma style
I spent your pendant on my couch
Pull me over for what?
I'm just busy flexing in this fur like a lion
I'm not committin' no crime
Officer, I was not, a nigga lyin'
Them your signs? Ayy lil nigga
Throw your fucking signs up in the sky
Brr 'cause I'm fried
Back, back to back, back to back, it's a line