Angels
Yup, yup, yup, yup (hey!)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (meow)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (haha)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (sumo)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (haha)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (you know how I do, nigga)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (what I do, nigga)
Ayy, huh
Pushing the Hellcat with my Palm Angels (pushing the Hell-)
Taking different flights from different angles (from different, different angles)
In LA, I'm chilling with the Angels (chilling with the Angels)
With BK, the black, I'm with my gango (with BK, the black, I'm with my gango)
Yeah, stack up the money, man I get it fast, nigga (woah)
She giving dome in the cab, nigga (ayy)
You could get blown like a rap nigga (haha)
Beat up her backs, I'm pulling her tracks and that lil' bitch calling me dad, nigga (dad, nigga)
How you gonna call me your brodie or woadie but you switching up like that, nigga? (Damn)
Niggas using me for benefits, don't givе a damn (ayy!)
I be getting to the green likе fucking Sam-I-Am (ooh)
Lost his brodie to the gun, he make sure his don't jam (blue)
Yeah, my bitch was special, I might buy her Teddy Grahams
Finessing these niggas like Uncle Sam, but I get the green like a four-leaf clover
I'm top of my class, I'm over this, nigga, but you already know that, bitch, I am too goated
I feel like I'm it, I feel like I'm Pennywise, I get a hit of this gas and I'm floating
I'm fucking this bitch and she gagging and choking
Get hit from the gang, bitch you flagging and toting
I'm double S-G, Dragon Ball, I'm a Gohan
I hit from the back with no hands, I'ma go in
I walk in the store and that lil' bitch is soaking
I walk in the bank and I'm laughing and joking
My 619 ho, feel like Mysterio
I put a hole through his body like Cheerio
I poured a deuce up in London, like, "Cheerio!"
She love my song when I come up on the stereo
Harry Potter with the stick, yeah, "Imperio!"
They wanna copy my drip, my material
I'm smoking loud so I might not hear you
Get in a cloud, send him to his burial
Pushing the Hellcat with my Palm Angels (pushing with my Palm Angels)
Taking different flight from different angles (from different, different angles)
In LA, I'm chilling with the Angels (chilling with the Angels)
With BK, the black, I'm with my gango (with BK, the black, I'm with my gango)
Who here in the middle with my gango
Pushing the Hellcat with my Palm Angels
She got STD, can't be my main ho
Yup, yup, yup, yup (meow)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (haha)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (sumo)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (haha)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (you know how I do, nigga)
Yup, yup, yup, yup (what I do, nigga)
Ayy, huh
Pushing the Hellcat with my Palm Angels (pushing the Hell-)
Taking different flights from different angles (from different, different angles)
In LA, I'm chilling with the Angels (chilling with the Angels)
With BK, the black, I'm with my gango (with BK, the black, I'm with my gango)
Yeah, stack up the money, man I get it fast, nigga (woah)
She giving dome in the cab, nigga (ayy)
You could get blown like a rap nigga (haha)
Beat up her backs, I'm pulling her tracks and that lil' bitch calling me dad, nigga (dad, nigga)
How you gonna call me your brodie or woadie but you switching up like that, nigga? (Damn)
Niggas using me for benefits, don't givе a damn (ayy!)
I be getting to the green likе fucking Sam-I-Am (ooh)
Lost his brodie to the gun, he make sure his don't jam (blue)
Yeah, my bitch was special, I might buy her Teddy Grahams
Finessing these niggas like Uncle Sam, but I get the green like a four-leaf clover
I'm top of my class, I'm over this, nigga, but you already know that, bitch, I am too goated
I feel like I'm it, I feel like I'm Pennywise, I get a hit of this gas and I'm floating
I'm fucking this bitch and she gagging and choking
Get hit from the gang, bitch you flagging and toting
I'm double S-G, Dragon Ball, I'm a Gohan
I hit from the back with no hands, I'ma go in
I walk in the store and that lil' bitch is soaking
I walk in the bank and I'm laughing and joking
My 619 ho, feel like Mysterio
I put a hole through his body like Cheerio
I poured a deuce up in London, like, "Cheerio!"
She love my song when I come up on the stereo
Harry Potter with the stick, yeah, "Imperio!"
They wanna copy my drip, my material
I'm smoking loud so I might not hear you
Get in a cloud, send him to his burial
Pushing the Hellcat with my Palm Angels (pushing with my Palm Angels)
Taking different flight from different angles (from different, different angles)
In LA, I'm chilling with the Angels (chilling with the Angels)
With BK, the black, I'm with my gango (with BK, the black, I'm with my gango)
Who here in the middle with my gango
Pushing the Hellcat with my Palm Angels
She got STD, can't be my main ho
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Writer(s): Burak Goekgoez, Tyreek Pellerin
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