​arch angels lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Soon as I walk in, you know this b*tch 'bout be jumping, yeah
Racks came in like a young n*gga just got lucky, yeah
She on her knees like she worship me on Sundays
Drugs got me, no, can't be with you, no way
This lil' b*tch go both ways
Oh, you can get money too, n*gga, like touché

[Verse 1]
Eating too good, young n*gga eating that soufflé
Too gone n*gga, can't even feel my face
I want the Rick, had to step out that Balmain
Look at ya' b*tch, she wanna f*ck on my whole gang
Let's hit a lick, got some n*ggas that'll do anything
Don't make me pull up in that Bruce Wayne (What, ew)
Yoppa gon' f*ck up his build (Woah)
Stack up my money, it's standing on stilts
Money keep calling like what is the deal?
Young n*gga eating expensive meals

[Verse 2]
Robbed some n*ggas on Beal
Juggin' sh*t right out yo' simp
XD right on yo' temp'
Leave him in the air like a blimp
I need to check on my temp
I think this b*tch wanna feel
Baby, come pop a lil' pill
I pop a Perc' and I heal (Okay)
Used to have the lean on me (Go)
Now a Glock 30 on me (Okay)
Got chops like NLE (Yeah)
She tryna f*ck, me like, "OMG" (Yeah)
Let the money stack taller than me (What?)
Why yo' b*tch following me? (Yuh)
Walk in the shop I drop three (Go)
Balling like Yao Ming (Blatt)
(Yeah, ew, what?)
[Chorus]
Soon as I walk in, you know this b*tch 'bout be jumping, yeah
Racks came in like a young n*gga just got lucky, yeah
She on her knees like she worship me on Sundays
Drugs got me, no, can't be with you, no way
This lil' b*tch go both ways
Oh, you can get money too, n*gga, like touché