Angel Numbers Lyrics

Don't be shy

Ay

Don't offend me (Uh)

Kinda hard, but if you piss me off then imma pull up with boys like remy (Uh)

Take your lover she like angel numbers so I'm 4-4-for her like Wendy's (Uh)

Bitches hit me cause I'm in they city told her come over, crib always empty (Uh)

Always tweaking I can never read, yeah from that gas that we smoke we got plenty (Uh)

Told them bitches we got plenty shots

I saw he was live, then pulled around the block

He kept following this man's an op

She was looking for Sean but she caught this Glock

She was tryna get off, but she gone catch this mop

Once I run up a bag I know that shit won't stop

Imma flip it again and make them bands nonstop

Ay

Breaking her vertebrae

Look at these bitches like "what are they?"

Try take my chain and I'm gone raise the murder rate

I'll let off 50 shots before I'm murdered and if I don't got then know that I'm still hurting him

Ain't got my mic then you know I'm still burning up

Ice on my wrist and my mouth keep me cold enough

Mad about your bitch, but I really don't give a fuck

I face a gram and ain't nobody lit as us

Nobody bidding us

Nobody getting us

Take the rari, then we leave them boys in the dust

Take your Shawty she impressed my fitness, bruh

Want my body she gone offer like fifty bucks

Gone decline but she still on my dick lil bruh

Man she fine I might just have to get in gut

Take your life cause you thought you was hitting us

These boys mice cause I know they be snitching, bruh

You a weird ass nigga I don't really give a fuck

Take your bitch out the house she getting home from the bus

Get an Uber if she bad but I can't really trust shit

Could be a shooter never know who in the front seat

Bitch, trust me

Talking and I'll bring out the Choppa and start dumping

This ain't a fly zone why you bugging?

Talking like it's sky zone we start jumping

You and your gang

I know you and all your Niggas are lame

Don't ever talk to me like we the same

I'm on a way higher level and some bitches better so deal with it bitch it's that way

Wanna run up you get shot in the face

Man you out of luck yeah not another day

Yeah, imma just take my ass to the cape

Imma smoke till I ain't gone see another day

Thought you was gangster you crying to me, bruh

I knew it you just wasn't lying to me, bruh

You talk on my name then you find what you speak of

I hear it, then know that I'm dying to meet ya

I risk my life cause I know I got this heater

I ain't finna fight cause a trigger is easier

This bitch want my half and half know imma feed her

I got way more black in me than you'd believe, bruh

Kinda like a zebra

Fucking with this bitch, yeah she told me she a libra

Thinking I care yeah I bitch I could already read ya

Finna stack bands fly the gang over seas, bruh

Spend your life in a cell, yeah that nigga a amoeba

Shit 10 grand but I took it so it's free, bruh

Taro got style but this shit ain't free, bruh

Know that I be making these hits less than a week, bruh

Yeah, Don't offend me (Uh)

Kinda hard, but if you piss me off then imma pull up with boys like remy (Uh)

Take your lover she like angel numbers so I'm 4-4-for her like Wendy's (Uh)

Bitches hit me cause I'm in they city told her come over crib always empty (Uh)

Always tweaking I can never, read yeah from that gas that we smoke we got plenty (Uh)

Told them bitches we got plenty shots

I saw he was live then pulled around the block

He kept following this man's an op

She looking for Sean but she caught this Glock

She was tryna get off but she gone catch his mop

Once I run up a bag I know that shit won't stop

Imma flip it again and make them bands nonstop

Yuh, Ay (Ay)

What? (What?)

Godamn (Godamn)

This nigga spitting (Huh)

This nigga ripping (Yuh)

Godamn (Godamn)