Kurt Angle

(Marco) That nigga not gang, he false claiming No cap That nigga not gang, he false claiming The work off-white like a fuckin' macadamia Show you so much white, you gon' think you're watchin' Shameless The spot got more traffic than LA, that bitch bangin' I know you want me to say your name, but I ain't gon' make you famous We made it rain so hard, look up, you see a fuckin' rainbow I'm sellin' so much fuckin' dope, I'm 'bout to go buy a Kango When I see haters I just tell 'em "Hi", I feel like Maino Everything that me and yo' bitch do, be X-Rated She wanna drive the boat but I'm a motherfuckin' sailor I'm takin' the Wock' to get a weddin' dress and get it tailored She want my heart, it's colder than a fuckin' snow angel I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle Pulled off the lot and get it tinted out Don't kiss that bitch, she suckin' and don't spit it out Fans ran up lookin' crazy, damn near blicked 'em down I don't care if that statement from the '80s, ain't no snitch allowed Everything I say, nigga, I stand on it Mr. 50s, 20s geeked, he got a band on 'em That nigga gon' lose his life if he put his hands on me We had him in Fendy with Saran on him I got this lil' bitch wetter than Bikini Bottom I'm trappin' in Designer, I wanna be like Bob nem I'm wrappin' up the beef like I just made a gyro No Limit to this shit, I feel like my nigga Kyro