Lyrics My Friend Artist - Mak11

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness
Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly"
She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie
I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley
Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy
She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP
That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch
But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey

My boys movin' babies, my whip got a car seat
Niggas, they bitches, I can't hear your heartbeat
My car from the future, it don't got no start key
My wrist look like Hutch and my neck look like Starsky
Treat my girls like piano, only play the dark keys
I love you, you love me, our thing sound like Barney
Uh, forty thousand spent at Barney's
Uh, no Armani on my garments
Yo, what's your name?
Have you met my friend Artist?
Have you met my friend Artist?
Have you met my friend Artist?
He be drippin', I be saucin', uh
Not 'bout money, why you talkin'? Yeah
Why this lil' bitch keep fraudin'? Yes
And she from the city, she from Boston

Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness
Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly"
She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie
I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley
Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy
She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP
That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch
But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey
Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness
Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly"
She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie
I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley
Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy
She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP
That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch
But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey

I am the hardest artist
I'm in the stars like a Martian
I light up bars like it's arson
Hop in the car don't get carsick
Pot in the jar it's no parsnips
Go shopping my cart full of cartridges
Shots in the dark then his heart get hit
Stop them in park looking stark in it
Hot like a spark when I start to spit
Water like sharks on my arm and wrist
Shots from my hip it go pop pop
Hop in the whip want a drop top
Thought you was lit but you not nah
Glock with a dick imma raw dawg
Wok what I sip make me nod off
Pot come in zips and I got a lot
Walk like a Crip while I cock the glock
Got all this drip I want water rocks
Ops getting pissed they like dot dot dot
Rock with the clique now my pockets stocked
I know they hating
Cuz I been on
I cannot fake it
Fuck with a don
Stuck in the matrix
Putting out songs
Puffing on fragrance
Stuffing the bong
Ain't no mistake
I can't be wrong
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Fake ones is lame
I been a don
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Double my money then triple it
Run up them hunnits then split the shit
Fuck all the fronting I'm sick of it
Couple of youngins who getting rich
Coming up crushing em with the clique
Bud what we puffing just lit a bit
Stuck in a rut that's ridiculous
Son we go buck for them dividends
Run up get struck ima hit a kid
Loving them drugs but no flipping bricks
We gunning for blood and that's imminent
Cutting shit up like a rug it's so intricate
Putting this stuff in the cup and then sipping
They flustered we busting they bluff they admitting it
We come from the mud had to dig in it
Muck in my lungs and my stomach it's sickening
Dumb and they dusted they done and we dissing them
Nothing but dozens of dubs we keep winning this
On the wrist we want drip like a stream be running
Had to stick to the script now they see we something
Got em pissed we legit can't believe we buzzing
Like we hit us a lick we receiving funding
Ops in need of substance looking malnourished
At my peak they puzzled that your man flourished
Reap the repercussions if you lack courage
You ain't see the struggle you got bad service

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah