Like Art Lyrics

This Harry popper my stick my companion

Drip made who I am, boy I feel like the canyon

Don't piss off my shawty, she might throw a tantrum

Don't piss off my partner, he might throw the anthem

Blunt fuck up my mind, I'll take that over cancer

I'm black and I'm proud, bitch I might do the panther

Just pay me the fine, I'll take that over dancers

Yeah, Aye

She like the nut like my last name was Planters

Come get the vibe had to light me some candles

Can't come inside, go and find you some manners

I keep it a buck, I'm a bird with some antlers

Caught him below, and now he understand us

Thief in the night, I don't need no pajamas

I got what I want, I don't need nun from Santa

Feel a lil parched, she gone get me a Fanta

All in her space boy I feel like a comet

Was down but came up, boy I feel like a vomit

I took it way back boy I feel like I'm Amish

Said she want a train, I don't share, my name Thomas

Clean up the D, something like polish

Stop fucking with me, unless you want a problem

She know that I'm gang, but you should meet all us

What would you do, for chains, dollars

What would you do for pain, I'm hollering

She wanna go through my things, I'm stalling

Feeling like art, go get the camera

I'm feeling like Bart, go get the hammers

Feeling like art, go get the camera

I'm feeling like Bart, go get the hammer

She know that I'm gang, but you should meet all us

What would you do, for chains, dollars

What would you do for pain, I'm hollering

She wanna go through my things, I'm stalling

Feeling like art, go get the camera

I'm feeling like Bart, go get the hammers

Feeling like art, go get the camera

I'm feeling like Bart, go get the hammer

Only come out at night, I'm a star, lil bitch

So high I don't know where I parked, I'm sick

I raised my shit over the bar, I lift

Ain't wasting no time, the truth

I spit, do that shit every time

I feel like I'm Ruth, making hits every time

Fleece, Peace

Just give me some time

He cold at the feet, we just give him some iron

She don't fuck with me cause I'm bad at replying

Yeah yeah yeah

All in her space boy I feel like a comet

Was down but came up, boy I feel like a vomit

I took it way back boy I feel like I'm Amish

Said she want a train, I don't share, my name Thomas

Clean up the D, something like polish

Stop fucking with me, unless you want a problem

She know that I'm gang, but you should meet all us

What would you do, for chains, dollars

What would you do for pain, I'm hollering

She wanna go through my things, I'm stalling

Feeling like art, go get the camera

I'm feeling like Bart, go get the hammers

Feeling like art, go get the camera

I'm feeling like Bart, go get the hammer

She know that I'm gang, but you should meet all us

What would you do, for chains, dollars

What would you do for pain, I'm hollering

She wanna go through my things, I'm stalling

Feeling like art, go get the camera

I'm feeling like Bart, go get the hammers

Feeling like art, go get the camera

I'm feeling like Bart, go get the hammer