Ghetto Angels

Ayo Flex you wildin'
Damn, Pablo

Turn the heat up on these niggas, it's as hot as it's gon' get
Niggas never thought I could prevail and get this fuckin' rich
Made a hundred bands a day, we make it flip type shit
Brand new K it's a new Drac', it pack and kick type shit

Tell em ghetto angels
Tell em what nigga?
Ghetto angels
Tell them niggas they better not run when that rain come
Might fuck around and do a hundred in this Range Truck

Hella poles out knowing that they ain't tough
Tryna run nigga, boom and that flame bust
Flip the switch up on this glock, we ain't got no trust
Have yo shooter main shooter make your gang run Uh, bitch
We'll put that shit aside, we ain't talkin' bout the rest of this
Call my gun my baby, me, I bet they finna run from him
Got 7.62's and .223's, they gon' come for him
Face shot, face shot, ain't no runnin' in

Ain't no point in fuckin' hiding, nigga, we comin' in
I been running up this bag, Imma run again
Ain't no need to up no guns, we can throw them hands
If we gon' spin your shit once, we can spin again

Ghetto angels, and I tell em what?
Ghetto angels
Tell them niggas what?, ghetto angels
Step in the party, you been dancing with danger

Turn the heat up on these niggas, it's as hot as it's gon' get
Niggas never thought I could prevail and get this fuckin' rich
Made a hundred bands a day, we make it flip type shit
Brand new K it's a new Drac', it pack and kick type shit
Tell em ghetto angels, tell em what nigga?, ghetto angels
Tell them niggas they better not run when that rain come
Might fuck around and do a hundred in this Range Truck

Might fuck around and dump a hundred out Durango's
My youngins kickin', down yo door, gon let them thangs blow
You play wit me, I'll get you, gone inside this raincoat
And everywhere I go, I'm protected by them angels
Uh, uh
Givenchy Steppin, I can't fake this shit
One move and I'm gon' blow this blick
Bitches talkin' down Like they really know me, now they on my dick
I look lil' baby in her eyes like, would you ride for me?
Cause when it come down to the time, nobody slide for me
I say Uh
Ghetto angels, I'm still protected by some ghetto angels
He play wit me, I had to let them thangs blow
I let them trachhawks and Durango's (rangos)

Ghetto angels, tell them what?, nigga, ghetto angels
Lost big Brodie through that night, it was painful
You try to play with us, you might catch a brain full
Mmm
Leave a nigga brain in bad
Got me feelin' like the reaper we been catchin' tag
Ten bands on your head like go get his ass
But we all for that, but we all for that
Mmm
Ghetto angels, tell them what nigga?, ghetto angels
Let a nigga try, we hit every angle



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Writer(s): Brian Cross
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