Angels & Demons

My nigga Lee I think we got another one

Made 10 at 9 lil nigga and still hustling
My dawg just fought a fraud case and still punching
Don't give a fuck what you made that shit nothing
They like I thought you scam what you doing wit a stuffer
What's the number
Catch me in yo town wit that tuhh
If they catch me wit that shh
They gone throw my ass the book
Spent a dub on my wrist to make em look
If yo hoe in arm reach then that hoe getting took
You know whats going on when you see me in yo town
How I'm gaining weight but keep losing all these pounds
Cuz say he need a tuh I'm on 8 mile and mound
Had a writer in my pocket when I wore my cap and gown
You know how we do lamb chops shots of remy
Later on tonight imma slam her in a Bentley
I done drunk so many lines of Wockhardt I need a kidney
I had to sell crack on a dead end to make a living
She know I'm worth some dog shit she throwing me the kitty
But I don't even want it bitch I'm counting up a half a ticket
Ain't wit the internet talking catch me out in traffic wit it
I been balling for so long I don't even practice nigga
Shh I'm like A.I. I a cross you
If I front yo pussy ass and you don't pay me I a stalk you
She keep staring at the Roley she can't take her eyes off
I told the label I need at least 10 or I ain't talking

Shh
I ain't fall off I just fell back
Riding round the city wit some demons in a hellcat
I just flew to Cali wit the money they got mailed back
I told my nigga wrap them bitches tight so they can't smell that
I ain't fall off I just fell back
Riding round the city wit some demons in a hellcat
I just flew to Cali wit the money they got mailed back
I told my nigga wrap them bitches tight so they can't smell that
I ain't fall off bitch I fell back
Riding wit some demons in a hellcat
Yeah
Wrap them bitches tight so they can't smell that
Yeah
Just flew in wit the money they got mailed back



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Writer(s): Richie Gibbs
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