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Gang
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Dee B got that heat
They ain't like this,?on?God

Yeah, she said?I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went?to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up bread like Blue's Clues
F**kin' yo' b*t*h, you ain't have a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, yeah, we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' G-Fazos like Nike, Just do It
Get a sick beat and these n***as can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, b*t*h, yo' b*t*h want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you jealous
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My b*t*h got a fat a**, I don't got good grip
VVs on the toilet if he talkin' sh*t

Baguettes they drippin', rose gold tint
He can't function, he too lit
I'm on my b*t*h and we too lit
I came with the squad like G-Unit
My bro in the bin, he got two sticks
To fly can?t match this drip
Fat lil peeth, GothBoiClique
Your b*t*h on my d**k and she won't let me hit
Yeah, she said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up bread like Blue's Clues
F**kin' yo' b*t*h, you ain't have a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, yeah, we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' G-Fazos like Nike, Just do It
Get a sick beat and these n***as can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, b*t*h, yo' b*t*h want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you jealous
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My b*t*h got a fat a**, I don't got good grip
VVs on the toilet if he talkin' sh*t

Run the whole gang, we run the whole race
Diamonds doing colors, they ain't got no race
She off the Perky, she go outer space
Back up the flocko, bullets hit his face
She eatin' a taco, flip it in her mouth
I can never, ever love on a thot
He got a grip but he never gon' pop
Harry gon' pull up, you know he gon' pop
Start from the bottom like I'm growin' crops
I got the drip, n***a, like a mop
She givin' me signs, n***a, had to stop
Big angelic, you know all the vibes
Throw the pa** n***a like a lob
Pull up to the party n***a, like a lock
Pull up to the party, n***a, gotta slide
at the opps, shots to his face now
Yo' b*t*h on me, uh, n***as they hatin' on me
On my body, I know you feelin' me
Shawty was bad, but no, I'm not feelin' her
Hop in a Jag, Fast and Furious
These b*t*hes wack, mad and delirious
We beefin' with n***as, I know that you hearin' us
[?], they don't wanna fear with us
That n***a a clown, he buyin' her everything
She rollin', she rollin', she roll off the ecstasy
Yeah, she said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up red like Blue's Clues
F**kin' yo' b*t*h, you ain't have a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, yeah, we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' G-Fazos like Nike, Just do It
Got [?] on the beat and these n***as can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, b*t*h, yo' b*t*h want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you jealous
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My b*t*h got a fat a**, I don't got good grip
VVs on the toilet if he talkin' sh*t

Do not trust too many n***as, too many n***as gon' switch
And I put that on me, none of these n***as
They can't do it like this, this, this, this, this
Runnin', you don't want that, Glock gon' c*ck back
Now you an opp pack, can't even clap back
Can't even stop, yeah, I'm at the top, yeah
Feel like Blueface 'cause I got the mop, yeah
N***as see me and I know gon' they stop, stare
I'm too angelic, these n***as can't compare
Angelican n***as, we come out of no where
Roll on them n***as, roll up like I'm Nova
Taking my flows, can I get my flow back?
Spot 'em, we clip 'em, n***a got a toe-tag
Uppin' the Glock, n***a, like a punk track
No refunds, you ain't getting you funds back
Broke n***a, then you sleep on a bunk-bed
I'ma kill you, boy, better not bump heads
Burnin' n***as, burn that boy like a sunset
Ballin' on n***as, ballin' like it's Sunset
Why are you talkin' n***a, are you laced?
I'm goin' up, can't keep the pace
Bustin' the racks, put 'em in the safe
I used to be stuck in my old ways
Now I just gotta get to the cake
Hurt feelin's, yeah, I don't wanna play
Perc 30s, she can't feel her face
Pasto the Flocco, he shootin' his shot
Yeah, she said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up red like Blue's Clues
F**kin' yo' b*t*h, you ain't even had a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, yeah, we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' G-Fazos like Nike, Just do It
Got [?] on the beat and these n***as can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, b*t*h, yo' b*t*h want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you [?]
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My b*t*h got a fat a**, I don't got good grip
VVs on the toilet if he talkin' sh*t

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