Angels In The Sky

Track B7
 
[Intro] Pssht, c'mon Y'all know what the fuck goin' on YaDigg (That shit flexin', I'm good) Young Pharaoh on the beat I am too nigga (Ooh, ooh), young and turnt C'mon, ayy [Verse 1] Pull up on the bros, leave the coupe runnin' Just blew a hunnid on me, this a new hunnid (Two hunnid) Avianne textin' like he miss me, really? White Prezi cost fifty, buss down It was for a couple, what you up now? One-ten for a line, pour the cup out CMG the label so the 'Cat white Fuck his BM and his sister, yeah, I'm that type White gold, AP, that's my new bitch Catch the speed on the East clutchin' two sticks Ridin' .11s on the house, this for you Trick Niggas always see me out, never do shit Doggy bone too sick, call 'em M30 Whatchu gettin' forty, dog Thirty for thirty in the air, I'm perfect Real six inches, AP, two Birkins We ran 'till the wheels fell off or I'm curvin' Never met a nigga like me, she nervous A hunnid thousand in the red bag, Supreme Young bad bitch, still I had the beans Say her nigga turnt, he doin' bad to me Too many racks around, I can't even flash the cheese They don't want problems, on my momma I promise Super Bowl, Montclair, nineteen products Givenchy, shark hoodie, T-shirt, Rottweiler I ain't into fashion, baby, I'm just into braggin' A lotta bitches celebratin', actin' like they had 'em I'm young and turnt, yeah, that's me 1400, these pants not cheap I got the whole hood, but doggy, who got me? [Break] Who got us? We the boys, we the boys Who got me? Yeah [Verse 2] Prolly got a contact off six blunts Ex been in her feelings for like six months Only bitch around, can't get fucked She was still movin' around stuff when the Benz fucked Doin' a hunnid down Mound dodgin' potholes Put a one on a one with my eyes closed Name another young nigga with two buss Cubans Put a link on my dudes, nigga, fuck Cubans Hit a lotta bad bitches and I fuck Cubans Keep Doggybone with me 'til he wanna eat 'Coulda want a good bitch, only want a freak We don't pay for pussy, every bitch go for free I fuck a nigga auntie, I fuck a nigga niece Fifty-eight for the hoes, break it down in the Jeep Forty-eight for the Gs, yeah, I left with my nigga Young Stash mob for the trees while I fist with my son Flame got shit 'fore I go and block a nigga Oh, he fuckin' with a move? Come and top a nigga Thirteen, hard and ain't got it rockin' with me Yeah, I don't squash shit, I sock a nigga Nah, for real, ain't no playin' with the pape' Come in with the F, she's playin' with the Drac' Ten Glock everything, playin' in the BAPE Name another young nigga with three buss downs You're a fool through the mail who just touched down Couple hunnid on her nails, sit the fuck down Yellin', "Free my Uncle Neal," 'till he come back Broad day everything, and I don't want mans Gotta be careful, dog, but, nah, fuck that Four high speeds in the 'Cat, where the truck at? I ain't never go and played a bitch with my buff sack (Yeah) Couple chains on, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout the Patek (Yeah) Highs for my momma, no sleep for my daddy You ain't get shit, lil' nigga, if you ratted Boys over everything, and we got it tatted Tryna be my main thing, really, bitch, how? 'Cause you a turnt nigga, I was fuckin' with a child Oh, we done burn, niggas, everybody droppin' fire Fifteen for the plain, Palm Angels in the sky [Outro] No cap Nigga, prepare Young and
 
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