The Renaissance lyrics

[Intro: Dizzy]
Haha
(You ain’t even gotta ask it)
(Turn Mona Lisa to a nasty b*tch)

[Hook: Dizzy]
Paint her face
f*ck up the palette, Bob Barker with the stroke, this magic
Renaissance mane this classic
She got expensive taste, drippin high fashion
Racks coming day to day
f*ck up the bag, got b*tches on me cause I’m having sh*t
You ain’t even gotta ask it
Turn Mona Lisa to a nasty b*tch (Aye)

[Verse 1: No i$$ue]
Lead the way
That’s what they tell me every time that they see that I make a play
Ima see what I get in today
Tryna see if I flip the stack, what we make
I paint her face
That’s what she bеgging so I let her swimming all in my paint
She bеtter with that sh*t anyway
On my kids b*tch, I let her have anyday
Leo Da Vinci mane
Stomach full now, the last supper when I was broke, I ain’t hadda plate
Got a butler, put this in my safe
God he blessed me, it’s not a mistake
All my sins erased
Throw the crumbs away
Michelangelo but I ain’t sculpting Dave
No need for a frame
But I’m tryna make a lil sculpture of me, painting on her, aye
[Hook: Dizzy]
Paint her face
f*ck up the palette, Bob Barker with the stroke, this magic
Renaissance mane this classic
She got expensive taste, drippin high fashion
Racks coming day to day
f*ck up the bag, got b*tches on me cause I’m having sh*t
You ain’t even gotta ask it
Turn Mona Lisa to a nasty b*tch
Paint her face
f*ck up the palette, Bob Barker with the stroke, this magic
Renaissance mane this classic
She got expensive taste, drippin high fashion
Racks coming day to day
f*ck up the bag, got b*tches on me cause I’m having sh*t
You ain’t even gotta ask it
Turn Mona Lisa to a nasty b*tch (Yea)

[Verse 2: No i$$ue]
Not a painter but splatter a opp
Ion paint but look like basquiat
On my prayers, you know that I’m ock
I ain’t playing but n*gga I play them a lot
Been a minute frontlining the block
Knew that someday that I get on top
Aye the world should be mine, if it’s already not
See my grind, yea they know that I’m hot
Yea you gotta go smooth like that n*gga Bob Ross
Me and Dizzy, n*ggas flamed up
I was gone f*ck with that lil sh*t but the money was calling, had a lil play that came up
All red like Raffael, got a beam on his eye like he Kano
Pull up back to the stu with the same clothes
Shawty skin hella smooth, she got my name on it
On my di*k, look like glue cause she stayed on it
Paint her sh*t, it ain’t like Mona Lisa
Tryna give me stack but I don’t need her to
Aye
That’s my backup, I swear she a keeper
She so sweet, mane they all tryna meet her
Acting bold, say hello to my heater
She say that I’m cold but I’m giving out fevers
They say I’m a goat, sliding in a 2 seater
Yea keep playing with, uh, ima delete
Masterpiece, yea my art be on TV
It’s electric, I’m charging the EV
I be seen but they hardly gone see me
They got my songs on repeat
I’m a beast
[Hook: Dizzy]
Paint her face
f*ck up the palette, Bob Barker with the stroke, this magic
Renaissance mane this classic
She got expensive taste, drippin high fashion
Racks coming day to day
f*ck up the bag, got b*tches on me cause I’m having sh*t
You ain’t even gotta ask it
Turn Mona Lisa to a nasty b*tch
Paint her face
f*ck up the palette, Bob Barker with the stroke, this magic
Renaissance mane this classic
She got expensive taste, drippin high fashion
Racks coming day to day
f*ck up the bag, got b*tches on me cause I’m having sh*t
You ain’t even gotta ask it
Turn Mona Lisa to a nasty b*tch

[Outro: Dizzy]
Haha
Uh
Yuh