Angels [Bonus Track]

Ten gold chains, wood grain propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang I'm the dope mane bitches sniffin' cocaine All my young niggas know that they could all weigh, all weigh (Call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh (Call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh (Call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh (Call me, call me, call me) all weigh, all weigh If, if, if you see me trucking 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 'cause niggas Finna' let it fly for my blood niggas Middle finger up to you fuck niggas If you a trill nigga, then fuck wit' us Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet Wit' a pistol on him prolly' wouldn't even pull it Heart made of puddin mean muggin' wit' 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 fucked up be cool All the young niggas in 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 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 mobbin' back I brought robbin' back, I 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 window Yo what's the word, fuck it get in Ride round wit' these bimbos She give head to my kin folk Shout outs my connect tho' Keep a watch out for them Winslows Cause' the boys gon' creep D-boys gone' serve Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve Imma' get by while the world gon' turn Imma' get mine like you gon' get yours Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned Feel a nigga be you fucked up be cool All the young niggas in 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 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