Angels lyrics

[Intro]
Okay, let go (Ayy, CGM, where you at?)
Yeah, uh
Ooh (ZaySkillz)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I gotta walk with a .9
I can not go out, gotta lotta money, and alot on the line (Huh)
I got alot on my mind
n*ggas don't want me to shine
[?], now she callin' my line
The way that she hittin' me up, I can't stand ho'
You n*gga be faker, the f*ck, I can't stand up
I'm buyin' that b*tch a new butt, huh
That's a bankroll (Huh)
My n*gga, they sippin' on mud, they seein' the angels

[Verse]
Ain't care 'bout that b*tch, she a sl*t
Hoppin' in a 'Rango
My n*ggas they pullin' up (Yeah)
They don't gotta aim though
Y'all n*ggas don't do enough
I'm puttin' in pain for it
Y'all n*ggas not foolin' us
Y'all really be [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
pus*y, said he finna knock me off
Okay n*gga, then do it
Money talk, b*tch, I'm flowin'
b*tch, I got influence
Stay with straps, like a post it
n*gga be on that bullsh*t
f*ck a half, b*tch I'm buyin' the full sh*t
At the crib, still gotta movе in
I got real n*ggas in my circle
You got fake n*ggas in thе stu' with you
Gas, same color, purple
Yeah, my blunt got nothin' to do with you
n*ggas tryna take off my plate, and that's what I couldn't eat my food with them
My brother, yeah, he ride around with a tool with him
I'm in LA, f*ckin' with some twins
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' two of them
My n*ggas out the way, n*gga, we ain't cool with them
I'm gettin' racks, so boy what you say? [?]
[Chorus]
I gotta walk with a .9
I can not go out, gotta lotta money, and alot on the line (Huh)
I got alot on my mind
n*ggas don't want me to shine
[?], now she callin' my line
The way she hittin' me up, I can't stand ho'
You n*gga be faker, the f*ck, I can't stand up
I'm buyin' that b*tch a new butt, huh
That's a bankroll (Huh)
My n*gga, they sippin' on mud, they seein' the angels

[Outro]
Huh, ooh-ooh (Hey, yeah)