Art Fat Trel

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[Intro]
Woah, woah (Woah), woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Hold up

[Chorus]
Put the car into park (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Cream in my cup and it's dark (It's dark)
This ain't just a verse, this art (Say what?)
I can't give a bitch my heart (Nah)
I'm geeked on medis, I'm ready (I'm ready)
Hi-Tech in my cup and it's heavy (It's heavy)
Shoot choppers up close, it's wetty (Pew, pew)
I'm in the trap, finger fucking the fetti (Let's go)

[Verse]
Shoot choppers up close, it's wetty (It's wetty)
All this water, I'm breaking the levy (Ice)
Where I'm from, we do Helly, no Pelle (No Pelle)
Land in Miami, came back with no belly (My god)
I'm tryna fuck, littlе bitch, is you ready? (Is you ready?)
In this bitch with a whip just like pеtty (Whip, whip)
Put this Glock to his motherfucking temple, bitch, if I'm against you, you turn to spaghetti (Pew, pew, pew)
Tryna skate, I'ma need me a Scat (Scat, Scat)
Slap a drum in the Drac' with my slat (Slat, slatty)
Kick it to me, I run that shit back (Big back)
I'm the one who put you on the map (Lil' bitch)
Bitch, I paid for that bag, that's that petty lil' cash, you trip, then I'm takin' it back (Lil' bitch)
I just need a lil' blast, you pull out that bag, you gon' see some Percocets and some Wock' (Skrrt, brrt, hello?)