ART DEALER ft. 1NDA & BZR Lyrics

Yeah

Hol' on

Hol' on

Hol' on

I roll that backwood laced

And I pop two percs a day

I need to fly

I need a jay

To take me high

Straight outta space

I want a coupe

Don't want a wraith cus that shit too flashy

(That's right)

Don't need paparazzi

(Oh no)

My bitch got a phatty and she call me daddy

Ima do mileage

In my new range

Shawty my age

She into anime

Told her hit me in the morning if it's AK

Posted up in the club I'm popping Chardonnay

Yo bitch!

Hol' on

Nigga what the fuck you need to roll on

Your girl reaching out to me told her to hol' on

Let's get to the bag

Shamone!

Bitch ima soldier don't need a rank

Stack up my money straight to the bank

Send her away she got a man

I do not care ima fuck her again

Getting the bags like I'm a lady

Oops I meant purse

Acting a bitch this is my curse

Shawty my nurse

I am so ill she checking my pulse

Get it and dash, it was a pass

I run this shit I will never come last

Fucking with Velli bitch ima blast

Fucking with Stunna you getting whacked

Shoutout to Sonic we killing shit

Yes I'm a gangster come from the streets

Bitch Ima dawg like I was a Pitt

If she getting horny her pussy I eat