Arkk Angelz
Bad hoes through the back door
No ID, got a face card
Lil' bitch moving counterfeits
She don't give a fuck about her day job
Got an AR in the race car
Mask on, take your face off
NASA bitch, I'm going to takeoff
Got a white Milf look like Kate Moss
Nigga fuck jail I'm going to make bail
Arkk Angelz, we are going to raise hell
Crysko got the pistol
Murder on my mental
She suck dick
Good dental, good mental
I'm going to draw down like a pencil
Got a white bitch, look like Kendall
That ain't gas, that shit trash
That boof pack
Get your loot back
Nigga mad cause his homie dead
He ain't think I would shoot back
Spliff Boys got the stick boy
On the corner like a trick
Bitch gon fuck the gang, that's it boy
Okay
Okay
Okay
A-R-K-K
Angels on the way
Nigga we don't play
Why you playing all these games
Choppa kick back, fucking up a nigga aim
Choppa fuck you up when I hit from close range
A-R-K-K
Angels on the way
Nigga we don't play
Why you playing all these games
Choppa kick back, fucking up a nigga aim
Choppa fuck you up when I hit from close range
Okay
Okay
Okay
Nigga acting shady cause I fucked his old lady
Bitch that ain't my baby
Think I'm stupid, think I'm crazy
Until I pop up doing voodoo like it's Haiti
He going to scream out "God Save Me"
Nigga you ain't slime nigga
You ain't do no crimes nigga
You ain't do no time
You ain't took a fucking life nigga
You ain't tucking 9's
You ain't really bout that life nigga
You're a fucking bitch and I'm going to put that shit on ice nigga
Nigga you ain't slime nigga
You ain't do no crimes nigga
You ain't do no time
You ain't took a fucking life nigga
You ain't tucking 9's
You ain't really bout that life nigga
You a fucking bitch and I can see it in your eyes nigga
A-R-K-K
Angels on the way
Niggas we don't play
Why you playing all these games
Choppa kick back, fucking up a niggas aim
Choppa fuck you up when I hit from close range
A-R-K-K
Angels on the way
Niggas we don't play
Why you playing all these games
Choppa kick back, fucking up a nigga aim
Choppa fuck you up when I hit from close range
Okay
Okay
Okay
No ID, got a face card
Lil' bitch moving counterfeits
She don't give a fuck about her day job
Got an AR in the race car
Mask on, take your face off
NASA bitch, I'm going to takeoff
Got a white Milf look like Kate Moss
Nigga fuck jail I'm going to make bail
Arkk Angelz, we are going to raise hell
Crysko got the pistol
Murder on my mental
She suck dick
Good dental, good mental
I'm going to draw down like a pencil
Got a white bitch, look like Kendall
That ain't gas, that shit trash
That boof pack
Get your loot back
Nigga mad cause his homie dead
He ain't think I would shoot back
Spliff Boys got the stick boy
On the corner like a trick
Bitch gon fuck the gang, that's it boy
Okay
Okay
Okay
A-R-K-K
Angels on the way
Nigga we don't play
Why you playing all these games
Choppa kick back, fucking up a nigga aim
Choppa fuck you up when I hit from close range
A-R-K-K
Angels on the way
Nigga we don't play
Why you playing all these games
Choppa kick back, fucking up a nigga aim
Choppa fuck you up when I hit from close range
Okay
Okay
Okay
Nigga acting shady cause I fucked his old lady
Bitch that ain't my baby
Think I'm stupid, think I'm crazy
Until I pop up doing voodoo like it's Haiti
He going to scream out "God Save Me"
Nigga you ain't slime nigga
You ain't do no crimes nigga
You ain't do no time
You ain't took a fucking life nigga
You ain't tucking 9's
You ain't really bout that life nigga
You're a fucking bitch and I'm going to put that shit on ice nigga
Nigga you ain't slime nigga
You ain't do no crimes nigga
You ain't do no time
You ain't took a fucking life nigga
You ain't tucking 9's
You ain't really bout that life nigga
You a fucking bitch and I can see it in your eyes nigga
A-R-K-K
Angels on the way
Niggas we don't play
Why you playing all these games
Choppa kick back, fucking up a niggas aim
Choppa fuck you up when I hit from close range
A-R-K-K
Angels on the way
Niggas we don't play
Why you playing all these games
Choppa kick back, fucking up a nigga aim
Choppa fuck you up when I hit from close range
Okay
Okay
Okay
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Writer(s): Anthony Harris
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