Robyn Debanx, CM Buddha - ARt lyrics

Robyn Debanx, I stay with a shank

Ima push on that gas like it's NASCAR
I got stains on my carpet
From spillin' the hart
And I deal with my heart when
I pour up the hart had to let go of press
Nigga had to move smart
And I cut that bitch cause
I had to move smart
I designer my bitch, got her lookin' like art
I designer my bitch, got her lookin' like art

And my men be thuggin' it up in the street
We ready for niggas with fat shit
I go Dior my body, Balenci my feet
Everyday I be upin my fashion
And I play with that draco, gon smack shit
And I flip up the pac like gymnastics
And I talk to the boss not the sidеkick
These niggas be bluffin, won't slimе shit

Not milk but I be creamin'
I be on some low shit, fuck the scene
Long live my brother, free Naseem
I stayed ten, fuck what it seem
My youngins be ready to paint the scene
I be touching bags, I feel like Big Meech
You heard my ex shit ain't
Really what it seem
They ain't have my back and I should've seen
Call me big cash cause that's where I be
Niggas lost motion, that's a fact
Y'all up of fraud we be really in the trap
He told me how to whip it, that's some crack
And I slow it down when I throw it back
Just remember no strings attached
And I don't love, all facts

And my men be thuggin' it up in the street
We ready for niggas with fat shit
I go Dior my body, Balenci my feet
Everyday I be upin my fashion
And I play with that draco, gon smack shit
And I flip up the pac like gymnastics
And I talk to the boss not the sidekick
These niggas be bluffin, won't slime shit