Angels

[Intro]

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane

Sell a 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

Call me, call me, call me

Always

Call me, call me, call me

Always

Call me, call me, call me

If-if-if you see me trouble, bitch

[Verse 1]

They call me Young Drug Dealer

They call me Young Thug Nigga

24 karats my slugs glitter

24 years old worth a couple million

Shoutouts 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, probably wouldn't even pull it

Heart made of pudding

Meanmuggin' with a hoodie like, what's goodie?

Tryin' to be the motherfucker that you couldn't knowin' 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

[Pre-Chorus]

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)

[Chorus]

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, right)

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Yeah, yeah)

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, yeah)

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Uh, right)

[Verse 2]

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 mobbin' back

Brought robbin' back

Brought the Garden back

Motherfuck Black Land, I brought Harlem back

Rollin' in my Benzo

Hoes on the curb, a couple of friends

Rollin' down my windows

Yo, what's the word? Fuck it, get in

And ride 'round with these bimbos

She gave head to my kinfolk

Shoutouts 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 gon' 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

[Pre-Chorus]

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)

[Chorus]

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, right)

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Yeah, yeah)

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, yeah)

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Uh, right)

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, right)

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Yeah, yeah)

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, yeah)

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Uh, right)

[Outro]

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