Art II Letra

I really wish that I knew what I ever did to you
That made you want to turn around
And stab my back when I turned around
Think I might point a pill, I was mad when I heard the news
I didn't believe it at first, but I know that's it not a rumor now
How come we need to sort this out in this type of way?
'Cause I try to be a good friend to you, but if that's how you want to play
I can do that all day, two can play that game, touché
See, what I'm tryna say is

I'll fuck your bitch
(What? Huh? What? Huh?)
I'll fuck your bitch
(Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich
(What? She thinks I'm what?)
I'll fuck your bitch, uh
I'll fuck your bitch, uh
I'll fuck your–

See, I didn't want to take it there
But you did me dirty for the last time
Got your chick sweatin' like halftime, oh yeah
And I got it all planned out
I'ma do it different than the norm
Took a little drive to enterprise and signed the rental form
Porsche same color as cappuccino
Don't ask where I got this watch
'Cause none of this you know, it's still a roley
But I got this shit at a thrift shop
I'ma take you out to dinner with a credit card
And then look her right in her eyes
And basically now at that point
I think you realize

I'll fuck your bitch (What? Huh? What? Huh?)
I'll fuck your bitch (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich
(What? She thinks I'm what?)
I'm not
I'll fuck your bitch, uh (Haha)
I'll fuck your bitch, uh (What?)

I'll fuck your bitch (Ooh, huh? What?)
I'll fuck your bitch (Oh-ho, no)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich (What? Ayy, ayy)
I'll fuck your bitch (Yeah, yeah)
I'll fuck your bitch
I'll fuck your–

I'll fuck your bitch if you try to fuck me over
You thought that your heart was cold, but mine's colder
Time for war and I'm a mighty soldier
And my rhymes are like bullets from my mind, I'ma unload
Holes in my enemies, peg ya from the head to the floor
Got em' lookin' like a board if you connect four
I'll make sure that your whore will mourn your dead corpse
Before she goes, "I'm not forced"
Time to get illy again, I'll kill a million men
Before I let a motherfucker break me down from within
I'll turn your grin into a frown and my frown into a grin
Got you crying like a kid, begging me to forgive
Until I smash in action your head in this pussy to your dick
Toss you down into a ditch, I'm finna run-up on a tent
And tell your bitch I won't pretend and cope for her as a friend
Invite her up to my crib and then we in, I'll fuck your bitch

(What? Huh? What? Huh?)
I'll fuck your bitch (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich
(What? She thinks I'm what?)
I'm not
I'll fuck your bitch, uh (Haha)
I'll fuck your bitch, uh
I'll fuck your bitch (Ooh, huh? What? Huh?)
I'll fuck your bitch (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich
(What? She thinks I'm what?)
I'll fuck your bitch, uh
I'll fuck your–