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[Chorus: Angel] Get up out the whip and im rolling with the strap. Run up on that nigga and i rob that nigga blind, Don’t give a fuck if the feds looking for me. I got a squad i got shooters i got homies [x2]
Nigga talking like my niggas care, pull the strap out now that nigga dead, man we walking down the fucking street, hoodie on like assassins creed, like a monk on this motherfucker, car pull up and we pull out the choppa. Flipped a fucking brick i got the money, i got so many hoes and yo ass lonely, i looked at yo bitch and now she running, she know she can’t get better shit from me, we got that kush we got og we got the chronic, im bout to go to my trap house let that shit boil, can’t trust no fucking thot cause they ain’t loyal, we on a fucking mission we gon run up
[Chorus x2]
I got a goon with me yeah im driving and he shooting, do a drive by on a nigga cause he ain’t have my fucking money
Dont try to talk cause we dont do that talking, no mercy on nobody we ain’t fraid to catch a body, yeah yo bitch she call me daddy, turn some weed into that money, sweaty like a popped a molly, yall ain’t got shit on me, the strap yeah that shit be on me, if a nigga try to get funny we stain that nigga we rob him, don’t give a fuck who you with, man we still hitting licks, yall ain’t shit but hoes And trix, broke no mo im getting rich dont believe me nigga well see
[Chorus x2]
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