Angel Wings

[Intro] Roger, turn up, nigga [Chorus: Lil Reek] Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly I got my bag, I went to the sky You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die I got them bags, could be your supply Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy Smoking exotic, you know I stay high These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly I got my bag, I went to the sky You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die I got them bags, could be your supply Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy Smoking exotic, you know I stay high These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying [Verse 1: Lil Reek] And this shit, can't tell it didn't come in my size Bad bitch and you know she a dime She hop in the car, we gon' go take a ride Hope, yeah, she can catch some of these vibes I'm a young nigga, I can't spend no time And this shit wasn't easy, I stayed on my grind I went got a bag, I didn't waste no time All of these niggas be capping and lying Put 'em straight 'cross the head, they know that I'm sliding And you know just how them slides slide Get a bag every time I get bagged for a show And I'm selling that bitch out And I'm the flyest young nigga you know Four pockets full, I'ma cash out Rackades on me everywhere I go Glizzy on me, I'ma air it out Maybach big as fuck Fly car in the parking lot Big house with the marble floor I remember that time when we got put out Days trapping in front of that store Now I got hella bags in the spot And the hoes just came in and they finna go out [Chorus: Lil Reek] Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly I got my bag, I went to the sky You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die I got them bags, could be your supply Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy Smoking exotic, you know I stay high These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly I got my bag, I went to the sky You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die I got them bags, could be your supply Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy Smoking exotic, you know I stay high These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying [Verse 2: Roy Woods] Yeah, fifteen hundred for the Louboutins My lil' mama just bought some Gucci, yeah Bugs Bunny, I got them carats, yeah Smoking Wedding Cake, rolling that sticky icky His girlfriend wan' come take a flicky flicky Use a magnifying glass, ain't no bitch is in me We fuck hoes, ain't no loving them Approach niggas, ain't no dodging them My talks are too short, there's no argument Bought a plain jane and I flooded it Look at these niggas, they all for the 'Gram All of my bitches is private on the 'Gram Told all of my hitters stay far from the man Move to LA, now the parties in the mansion She popping pills all in my mansion Spent three thousand dollars on my glasses Ain't no way that I can see a bad bitch Said she comes from Europe and she speak German so she got an accent Fuck with a nigga from the 6, ain't leaving no doubt, all my niggas blasting (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Lil Reek] Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly I got my bag, I went to the sky You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die I got them bags, could be your supply Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy Smoking exotic, you know I stay high These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying Ain't got no wings, you know I can fly I got my bag, I went to the sky You ain't my partner, you know that's a lie If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die I got them bags, could be your supply Dripping severe, some shit you can't buy Smoking exotic, you know I stay high These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying [Outro: Roy Woods] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah