Angel Wings
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Ooh, RJ
Well, we gon' do all the hundreds
RJ, RJ
Count that shit up right now, nigga (It's Gucci)
I got 'bout a hundred over here, you got a hundred over
There, we gon' throw it up, two hundred (Icewear Vezzo)
Drank God
It's fuckin' icy
Everything cold, we like a blizzard right now
Price goin' up, way up
So high right now (Me too), ayy
Angel wings, angel wings (Yeah)
Angel wings, angel wings (Huh)
I'm so high, bitch, I got angel wings (Angel wings)
I'm so fly, bitch, I got angel wings (Angel wings)
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I'm so fly, bitch, I got angel wings (Angel wings)
I'm so high, bitch, I got angel wings
Way up, way up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nah, nah, they wanna cut a deal, I ain't
Cuttin' deals, nigga, run the skrill
Add this up, it's a hundred mil', yeah
The first trip, I had a hundred mil'
Froze it all, I ain't wanna chill
Did it on my own, I ain't want a deal
Fuck the drama, put it on my mama
If I wanna kill, bitch, I'm gonna kill
Catch me up, I won't take the stand
I'm a real man, I'm the son of mills
I'm a real man, I'm the son of mills
Yeah, pour my Sprite up like an ice cold
Turned the summer jam into the ice show
Used to have me a Brite-Lo, now the day they blown, I'm a light show
Louis on, not the spikes, though, y'all
Be sippin' thick, call it tight rope
Diamonds water, shit, I might soak, your
Bitch pussy deep, I need a life coach
We gon' buy it all if the price lower, we
Gon' ride her pussy if the shit too high
Baby mama said I get too high, locked this
Bitch up once and did this shit two times
Eight of red, I don't sip two lines, if
That chicken short, we gon' get you fried
They love the crew, say we get too live
Got a hundred on me, finna mix two pies (Uh)
Way up, way up (Way up)
Way up (Way up right now), way up (Price goin' up)
I'm so fly
RJ (I'm so high)
Angel wings, angel wings (Yeah, yeah, It's Gucci)
Angel wings, angel wings (Huh)
I'm so high, bitch, I got angel wings (Angel wings)
I'm so fly, bitch, I got angel wings (Angel wings)
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I'm so fly, bitch, I got angel wings (Angel wings)
I'm so high, bitch, I got angel wings
From Zone 6 to 6 Mile, I make a crackhead walk six miles
Vezzo got six cars, well, Gucci got six styles (Huh)
This a plug club, you ain't worth a million, can't get in (Huh)
I got the molly sand, I took a half a gram, it just kicked in (Huh)
When I first started sellin' dope, I met this bitch named Angel
Put me on a lick, I kicked the door and said, "Thank you"
See, Guwop's not a scratcher, just sell them white rectangles
So many pints of lean, they think I'm Kurt Cobain, go
You should pay attention to the one these boys be listenin' to
APs on both wrists is bool, I stepped up my visual
They should make a holiday for the day
That they let Gucci free (It's Gucci)
Fuck a turkey giveaway, Gucci givin' out bricks for free (Well, damn)
Look at you and look at me, how the
Fuck could you write a hook for me?
Slickest nigga ever lived, they should write a book 'bout me
Gucci just got out the feds, but now he make a mil' a week (Wow)
Remy out of currency, and motherfuck your sympathy (It's Gucci)
Angel wings, angel wings (Yeah, yeah)
Angel wings, angel wings (Huh)
I'm so high, bitch, I got angel wings (Angel wings)
I'm so fly, bitch, I got angel wings (Angel wings)
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I'm so fly, bitch, I got angel wings (Angel wings)
I'm so high, bitch, I got angel wings
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, yeah
Huh
It's Gucci
Huh