Angels

歌詞

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang I'm the dope mane, bitches sniffing cocaine All my young niggas know that they could always Call me, call me, call me (always, always) Call me, call me, call me (always, always) Call me, call me, call me (always, always) Call me, call me, call me (If you see me trouble, bitch) They call me young drug dealer, they call me young thug nigga 24 karats my slugs glitter, 24 years old worth a couple million Shouts out to my cuz niggas, finna let it fly for my blood niggas Middle finger up to you fuck niggas, if you a trill nigga, then fuck with us Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet With a pistol on him prolly wouldn't even pull it Heart made of pudding mean mugging with a hoodie like what's goodie Trying to be the mothafucka that you couldn't knowing you Down to let it fly when I shouldn't All my young niggas they gon' rep it to the fullest Tell a fuck nigga "be you," fuck tough be cool All the young niggas in my crew, they down to let it fly For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, jiggy young nigga like me (Flex!) Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that Hood By Air, man I started that Niggas claim they the God of black Well your name is purple I'm the God of that Gave you my back nigga pardon that Fuck that shit I brought mobbing back I brought robbin' back, I brought the Garden back Motherfuck black land I brought Harlem back Rolling in my Benzo, hoes on the curb a couple of friends Rolling down my window, yo what's the word, fuck it get in Ride 'round with these bimbos, she give head to my kinfolk Shout outs my connect though, keep a watch out for them Winslows 'Cause the boys' gon' creep, D-boys gon' serve Hoes gon' skeet and the V gone swerve I'ma get by while the world gon' turn I'ma get mine like you gon' get yours Niggas do the least when the piece got nerve Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned I'll tell a nigga "be you," fuck tough be cool Couple young niggas down with my crew who be down to let it fly For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly) For a nigga like me, jiggy young nigga like me (Flex!) Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang