ARTIC Lyrics

All you do is talk about money

That's all you do

Well, bitch, I need it

I swear I've been doing too much

Yeah, I got that lean in my cup

I need a baddie

She turning it up, you know

She fucking around

Can't play with these niggas

Yeah, I'm grabbing the rounds

My niggas some hounds

They barking at bitches

These bitches grimey

Yeah they slimey

I be on my icy neck

Bad bitch, she know I'm rich

Yeah, you know she gonna step

You know she know I'm next

I'm from the city

Niggas talking shit

So we gon' pull up to they city

Flako from the bitty, but he still gon spin

Got some niggas in ATL

Yeah, you know they gonna spin

Bitch, we worldwide International

Niggas want uh sports

We gonna pull up with the nationals

Yea she like the icey

Yeah imma take her to the artic

She my bitch and she slick

Niggas want the smoke

So we pull up with the chopsticks

Yeah they bitches

Yeah they hoes

Shawty you doing too much

I'm a real emo thug

Pull up in some all black jeans

And a ripped T-shirt

And a pocket full of 1s

Shawty she say I'm her lil uzi vert

Cause she know I do what I want

Smacking her ass

While she hitting the red nose

Give a fuck bout pros and cons

Please don't be a lame

Walking round with debt

Cause you tryna flex your chain

We don't care about that over here

Boy I you a stain

I don't keep no chopper

But my brudda let it bang

He let it bang

Real turnt nigga

I stay out the mix

My young niggas tell me the stitch

Its the night before Christmas

So rest assure you getting grinched

Crazy we miles ahead of these niggas

And they only gave us an inch

So never not

You say that you working

Im taking your shift