TomArts - Scott Van Pelt lyrics

[Verse 1: TomArts] Lames try to jock me Beats from japan Big ups to Bun Kayabe Verses never sloppy Fly as hell lil n***a watch me Lil n***as copy But the paper wasn't carbon I gotta eat My whole crew starving Mundane martian but my minds with Marvin Not Gaye But You Got To Give It Up Hannibal Lector now show me whose brunch Your fake outside makes you easy to crush Leave the just bones And then turn those to dust What can I say im feeling myself Cleanest in the room feeling like wealth Im fly quietly You can call it stealth Tryna stack money tall Scott Van Pelt Walk in these shoes and see how it felt I mixed two decks These are the cards I was dealt No breaks or pauses Fair warning for you to be cautious The way I rock the mic Might make you nauseous My hoes be so gorgeous Smells like a rose from the florist My old head said try not to look such like a tourist So we stuck out like sore thumbs Never seen us like green plums Ladies ask Arts why you so hung I reply its less work for your tongue Ill snatch a milf But you know I like em young I guess its just more fun Model chicks with skin like air ones