Fine Art Music Lyrics

(This is a certified hood classic)

(Trapaholics)

(Kevinsglory)

It's 3 a.m. in Houston, we still outside

We just balled out inside V Live, feel like mob ties

Don't know where the fuck I'd be at without my guys

This might be the realest shit I never wrote of all time

Baby I make fine art music

That boy up that firearm, he won't use it

This bitch wanna ride with me she think I'm cool and

She like my music

And she like my jewelry (uhh)

She say she like my car

She think that I'm a star

She heard Ready4war, said it go hard

Bitch I go hard, for that goyard

Yuh

When we fuck I love to pull on her hair

Hit the galleria, spend my money there

Then I hit the club and throw it in the air

You say you outside, where you from and who be over there?

Said she from the southside so I'm zoomin' over there

It's 3 a.m. in Houston, we still outside

We just balled out inside V Live, feel like mob ties

Don't know where the fuck I'd be at without my guys

This might be the realest shit I never wrote of all time

Baby I make fine art music

That boy up that firearm, he won't use it

This bitch wanna ride with me she think I'm cool and

She like my music

And she like my jewelry (uhh)