Art Sh!t (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Jarrin McDowell]
I make these, n*ggas bark b*tch
I got these n*ggas on a leash, I make 'em bark b*tch
I-i-if a n*gga want smoke, tell 'em "Bring a kart b*tch"
Christmas tree, you the base
And I'm the star b*tch, I be on my art sh*t
I make these, n*ggas bark b*tch
I got these n*ggas on a leash, I make 'em bark b*tch
I-i-if a n*gga want smoke, tell 'em "Bring a kart b*tch"
Christmas tree, you the base
And I'm the star b*tch, I be on my art sh*t
I make these n*ggas

[Verse 1: 6arelyhuman]
Ba-ba-bark, no Rottweiler
b*tch, I'm so skinny, that's word to Mariah
Move them chicken lips, and the faggots gon' fire
Did what I did, to build my empire
Yеah, I need some medicine, spittin' hot I got a soar throat
f*ck a tour bus, making wavеs on my tour boat
Is it hot in here? Or is that just me?
Yeah, I'm into iPhones like iJustine
Wet wipe, damn these b*tches crusty
Need a clear coat, before you think about touching me
G-g-get 'em real mad, yeah they tryna start fights
[Bridge: 6arelyhuman]
Jarrin makes 'em bark, 'cause we know they won’t bite
Ten Weggies in they ass, up tight
Crack the lens, you betta have a flash light
And I catch angles, yes three, sixty
Gotta cash app, 'cause these b*tches need to tip me

[Verse 2: Sleezyanti]
Yo, Jarrin McDowell, can I buy a vowel?
I'm balling on b*tches, I need me a towel
I beat on these rappers, like they was a counter
If he don't got money, he don't get encounters
It's sad that a b*tch like me had to come in the rap game
Crack sh*t up, no back pain (Eh)
Been that n*gga since crack came
Put a X in a n*gga flag now, his gang got an accent
Mona
Lisa
America's Gothic
She's not a journalist, but I'm her topic
Watch this
Got a couple n*ggas on my block list
Got a n*gga living in Austin
Hey, Ross Lynch
Look
Spit a lil' verse get a rap girl shook
Only pop out, if I get booked
If I fish, then he's my hook
I'll make him (Woof! Woof!)
[Verse 3: Keyzilla]
Toxic, I'm a bad b*tch
Slim waist, with a fat di*k
With some fat lips, you can kiss on
And I make 'em melt like some plastic
n*gga wanna hit that
I'm like "Nah, n*gga, getcha lick back"
Wanna sleep in it, oh you want jet lag?
Wanna watch the body like a leap pad
Do you peep that?
Mess with the best, you'll go down with the rest
I don't f*ck with no bug, I don't f*ck with no pest
Yeah, my body is art, and your body a mess
And you n*ggas look tired, go take you a rest flex
Wanna c*m on my chest, better bring out the racks
If you wanna dip in it, better bring out the chips
Eyes grow real wide, when I whip out my di*k, b*tch
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Bang, Keyzilla
Bad little b*tch, want me to p*ss in her mouth, if you got cake
I don't care b*tch, eat her out
I am the star
And you n*ggas is the pass around, do you see now?
[Pre-Chorus: Jarrin McDowell]
b*tch, I never miss
And n*ggas p*ssed that I got good aim
I should be rockin' straights jacket
'Cause my flows is insane
We can go toe, to toe
I'll leave you n*ggas in Spain, that's without the "S" of course
b*tch, I'm fly like airports

[Chorus: Jarrin McDowell]
I make these, n*ggas bark b*tch
I got these n*ggas on a leash, I make 'em bark b*tch
If a n*gga want smoke, tell 'em "Bring a kart b*tch"
Christmas tree, you the base
And I'm the star b*tch, I be on my art sh*t
I make these, n*ggas bark b*tch
I got these n*ggas on a leash, I make 'em bark b*tch
If a n*gga want smoke, tell 'em "Bring a kart b*tch"
Christmas tree, you the base
And I'm the star b*tch, I be on my art sh*t
I make these n*ggas