More Art Less Thought
[Intro: Chris Crack]
Aw, man
What kind of shit goin' on, man?
[Verse: Chris Crack]
Uh
Safety always off
I'm still flippin' and totin' something like Lara Croft
Them niggas soft and mad that I ain't even fuckin' with' em
Pussy hole
Tootsie roll or butterfly?
Uh-uh, that's old
Lemme buy some Motorola (Hello Moto)
Hold it, told her I'd be dead in minutes, but I'm lying
I ain't even get my change back from dances I ain't buying
I'mma do this all in private
I was hired to fight all desires
In a room with all these hoes
Boss, I'm getting tired
It's not drip because it's all designer
I'mma knock on Ralph Lauren's door and I'mma make him sign us
I'm just tired of not shining
When I'm off the shrooms, I'm never prone to violence
I'm just water drinking and business-minded
I ain't really with that mushy shit, ha
Ay, fuck your sign, how wet that pussy get?
They keep saying they want us to be honest
Really, they just seek a relationship that's toxic
I'm not at all bothered, huh
I'm just tired that these Trollops greens the only thing I like collared
Guacamole dollops
Don't holla at needing something solid
That's bottled
Who raised these bitches?
I'mma focus on my wallet