Rap's Angel Flow
Sky calling my phone
Man of course I'm gon pick it
I unfold my wings I go straight to the ceiling
I don't even try man I swear it's to easy
I don't like this chick cause this chick is to skinny
I don't like my racks cause my racks are too skinny
My racks are too skinny
I fuck with no dummy
I fuck with my shorty
The hell I don't get it
The money I'm getting
I just spent it quickly
On Zara and weedy
On booty on Kandy
On food and on living
Recorded I'm billing
On drugs I don't deal it
On gas I don't race it
On god I don't fake it
My phone I don't pick it
Last day you were petty
Got into my feelings
Tats we keep it on flexing
Racks we're keeping on searching
Cap you better stop rapping
Can't trust no one
Everybody be wilding
She makes it clap like she Megan the stallion
As soon as I can take a plane to Miami
I just after that go to shop to Italy
The bitch's from Dallas and the bag from Italy
I fuck with no dummy
I fuck with my shorty
The hell I don't get it
The money I'm getting
I just spent it quickly
On Zara and weedy
On booty on Kandy
On food and on living
Recorded I'm billing
On drugs I don't deal it
On gas I don't race it
On God I don't fake it
My phone I don't pick it
Last day you were petty
Got into my feelings
Got into my feelings
Too cute the bitch melting
My mouth she want milk it
They can't never reach me
They know that I'm gifted
I'm sorry I missed it
I'm trying I lift it
I just need a sixty
Au revoir punch
Take a nap under city lights
Au revoir punch au revoir punch take under city lights
Hard work pays off
That's they said to me little guy
Take your time you'll fly like a butterfly
2 3 punch nigga died front of butterfly
2 3 shoot 5 shoots front of many guys
2 3 shoot 5 shoots front or many guys
Man I'm so efficient
I am a seller man
Work to be millionaire
I'm a visionary
Call doctor strange he will say he agree with it
I fuck with no dummy
I fuck with my shorty
The hell I don't get it
The money I'm getting
I just spent it quickly
On Zara and weedy
On booty on Kandy
On food and on living
Recorded I'm billing
On drugs I don't deal it
On gas I don't race it
On God I don't fake it
My phone I don't pick it
Last day you were petty
Got into my feelings
Gang
She goes hard on my dick
I'm a horse with his stick
Need a Porsche with his wheel
I got weed I got sticks
I had molly
He lost it
Fuck the fisc
My single deserve a disc
Ain't no way I give up bitch
I am born to live this risk
Leave the house with 4 5 spliff
Smoking in a school of kids
I keep trying I can lose
I'm the best how can I lose
I love beats fuck your Bose
Blicky ick make it pow
I pull up they go wow
Fuck your bitch she popped that out
I just need a two three thousand just to make it out
We don't smoke no tobacco here
Get out of my house
I smoke all the grams I had shit
Now I need a pound
If you talk you get kill
If you joke you get will
I fuck with no dummy
I fuck with my shorty
The hell I don't get it
The money I'm getting
I just spent it quickly
On Zara and weedy
On booty on Kandy
On food and on living
Recorded I'm billing
On drugs I don't deal it
On gas I don't race it
On God I don't fake it
My phone I don't pick it
Last day you were petty
Got into my feelings
Man of course I'm gon pick it
I unfold my wings I go straight to the ceiling
I don't even try man I swear it's to easy
I don't like this chick cause this chick is to skinny
I don't like my racks cause my racks are too skinny
My racks are too skinny
I fuck with no dummy
I fuck with my shorty
The hell I don't get it
The money I'm getting
I just spent it quickly
On Zara and weedy
On booty on Kandy
On food and on living
Recorded I'm billing
On drugs I don't deal it
On gas I don't race it
On god I don't fake it
My phone I don't pick it
Last day you were petty
Got into my feelings
Tats we keep it on flexing
Racks we're keeping on searching
Cap you better stop rapping
Can't trust no one
Everybody be wilding
She makes it clap like she Megan the stallion
As soon as I can take a plane to Miami
I just after that go to shop to Italy
The bitch's from Dallas and the bag from Italy
I fuck with no dummy
I fuck with my shorty
The hell I don't get it
The money I'm getting
I just spent it quickly
On Zara and weedy
On booty on Kandy
On food and on living
Recorded I'm billing
On drugs I don't deal it
On gas I don't race it
On God I don't fake it
My phone I don't pick it
Last day you were petty
Got into my feelings
Got into my feelings
Too cute the bitch melting
My mouth she want milk it
They can't never reach me
They know that I'm gifted
I'm sorry I missed it
I'm trying I lift it
I just need a sixty
Au revoir punch
Take a nap under city lights
Au revoir punch au revoir punch take under city lights
Hard work pays off
That's they said to me little guy
Take your time you'll fly like a butterfly
2 3 punch nigga died front of butterfly
2 3 shoot 5 shoots front of many guys
2 3 shoot 5 shoots front or many guys
Man I'm so efficient
I am a seller man
Work to be millionaire
I'm a visionary
Call doctor strange he will say he agree with it
I fuck with no dummy
I fuck with my shorty
The hell I don't get it
The money I'm getting
I just spent it quickly
On Zara and weedy
On booty on Kandy
On food and on living
Recorded I'm billing
On drugs I don't deal it
On gas I don't race it
On God I don't fake it
My phone I don't pick it
Last day you were petty
Got into my feelings
Gang
She goes hard on my dick
I'm a horse with his stick
Need a Porsche with his wheel
I got weed I got sticks
I had molly
He lost it
Fuck the fisc
My single deserve a disc
Ain't no way I give up bitch
I am born to live this risk
Leave the house with 4 5 spliff
Smoking in a school of kids
I keep trying I can lose
I'm the best how can I lose
I love beats fuck your Bose
Blicky ick make it pow
I pull up they go wow
Fuck your bitch she popped that out
I just need a two three thousand just to make it out
We don't smoke no tobacco here
Get out of my house
I smoke all the grams I had shit
Now I need a pound
If you talk you get kill
If you joke you get will
I fuck with no dummy
I fuck with my shorty
The hell I don't get it
The money I'm getting
I just spent it quickly
On Zara and weedy
On booty on Kandy
On food and on living
Recorded I'm billing
On drugs I don't deal it
On gas I don't race it
On God I don't fake it
My phone I don't pick it
Last day you were petty
Got into my feelings
Credits
Writer(s): Hugo De Souza
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