Luckaleannn, Yung Lean - ART SHOW 2 lyrics

Who dat, who dat, who dat, that be Gucci Lean
Lean

Paint the walls red that's a art show
Rich twerk, wrist twerk I let the art glow
In my art show
You can get hit up in my art show
Don't choose shit unless you ask me
Who dat, who dat, who dat, that be Gucci Lean
Lean, lean, lean
You get hit nigga, you was tryna tax lean
Got a bitch she be on my team
2K a hoe, Imma play a hoe
Dripped up with gold slugs dripped
Up with gold slugs i don't give a fuck
Nigga Kanye shoulda shrugs
30 on my wrist bitch, choppas, hunnids lean
AK in ya face that's a art show
Damn Lean you got like 30 more (now you know)
Nigga don't trip off Luckaleannn
Nigga don't trip off Goth Money
(now you know)
I don't give a fuck bout you (now you know)
Boy we bringin all the boof (now you know)
Uzi in that fuckin car (now you know)
We don't give a mother fuck (now you know)
Lean, lean, lean
Now they thug on my fuckin team

Yung Lean
600 million Gucci euros for my art show
Scandinavian art hoes, at my art show
I'm still in the night
I'm just tryin score some shit
I wanna take your money but
I don't wanna be rich
I don't give a fuck who lookin at me now
Bow bow, to the ground
Ghost land, ghost round
Keep my boys round all times
Rollin round with Thai boy Goon
Pour a 4 in my duce now
44, 50Ks when my moneys on truce now
I'm at the art house
You can't get in at my art show
Spark blunts, 2 hoes euros in my bankrolls
Swedish gold my art show
I'm a fuckin rockstar rock out, sniff blow
Pink paint, paint slow sBE in this hoe
We in this hoe im a fuckin rockstar
Rock out, sniff blow pink paint paint slow
SBE in this hoe