Текст песни In Love With The Art - GV Honcho

Uhh
Yeahh
Uhh
Uhh

She said, "Bae, I ain't been high in a minute"
I say, " I don't give a fuck, I can't let you tap out"
I'm tryna make me a mil in a minute,
I used to sleep in the trap with the glock in the couch
I'm in the booth high as fuck,
Ima trap out a ounce and then smoke out a P
In a hotbox, we pass this shit round like disease
I got gas in my chest, feel like I can not breathe
I got ice on my chest and then ice on my teeth
Please stop staring at this shit, you gone be blind for eternity
Uhh, you gone need a coat tryna stand by me
Ice gone burn you third degree
You dumb if you think you gone murder me
Pull up with a muhfuckin' 33
My nigga shoot and won't miss, Scottie Pippin
I hit a lick - and I'm dippin'
I fuck on that bit n I play with her feelings
Fuck on that bit n I play with her feelings
I fuck on that bit n I play with her feelings
I fuck on that bit n I play with her feelings
Riding round wit yo bit, getting high like the ceiling
She suck on my dick at a traffic stop
Took dat bit home, we ain't taking our socks off
Shawty gon bounce on my dick like a basketball
Sippin' on syrup, Iain sippin' on alcohol
Ima be up all night off a adderall
Shawty gone suck dis dick til the skin off the muhfucka
Fitted cap on like a muhfuckin' trucker
Smoking dis gas like I'm Chris Tucker uh
Getting in my bag, every day I level up
Lock on my heart, I can't give my feelings up
I was at the VIP with a double cup
Geekin' off the perc, I swung
Smokin dis gas, I need a brand new lung
Walked in this hoe wit a K on my arm
Bullets they coming in just like a storm
Fuckin' yo bitch in HD, makin' porn
If dis shit leak then yo ahh gone be torn
Tryna be GV, you gotta be sworn
You wanna live the lifestyle, you gotta be smart
I'm outside and I'm dodging cop cars
My bullets hitting yo ahh from afar
My bullets hitting yo ahh from afar
Sippin' wockhardt with my bitch at the bar
Dat bitch hit my cup and now she seeing stars
I drink it like water, a nigga is parched
I was on the southside shooting hoops at the park
My nigga died, we was just at the park
I fucked that bitch, we was just at the park
I fucked that bitch, we was just at the park
I poured up drank and that shit had turned dark
Opened my pack and it smell like I fart
I was in Cleveland servin' gas a jar
This expensive, this not Sharks
I keep on drinking this drank I'm parched
In love with the music, in love with the art of it
I Am Good Vibes, nigga I was the start of it uh
President rollie, I feel like I'm Popovich
We going up -- ain't no stoppin' it