[Chorus: Angel] Get up out the whip and im rolling with the strap. Run up on that n***a and i rob that n***a blind, Don't give a f** if the feds looking for me. I got a squad i got shooters i got homies [x2]
n***a talking like my n***as care, pull the strap out now that n***a dead, man we walking down the f**ing street, hoodie on like a**a**ins creed, like a monk on this motherf**er, car pull up and we pull out the choppa. Flipped a f**ing brick i got the money, i got so many hoes and yo a** lonely, i looked at yo b**h and now she running, she know she can't get better sh** from me, we got that kush we got og we got the chronic, im bout to go to my trap house let that sh** boil, can't trust no f**ing thot cause they ain't loyal, we on a f**ing mission we gon run up
[Chorus x2]
I got a goon with me yeah im driving and he shooting, do a drive by on a n***a cause he ain't have my f**ing money
Dont try to talk cause we dont do that talking, no mercy on nobody we ain't fraid to catch a body, yeah yo b**h she call me daddy, turn some weed into that money, sweaty like a popped a molly, yall ain't got sh** on me, the strap yeah that sh** be on me, if a n***a try to get funny we stain that n***a we rob him, don't give a f** who you with, man we still hitting licks, yall ain't sh** but hoes And trix, broke no mo im getting rich dont believe me n***a well see
[Chorus x2]