Rap's Angel Flow Lyrics

Sky calling my phone

Man of course I'm gon pick it

I unfold my wings I go straight to the ceiling

I don't even try man I swear it's to easy

I don't like this chick cause this chick is to skinny

I don't like my racks cause my racks are too skinny

My racks are too skinny

I fuck with no dummy

I fuck with my shorty

The hell I don't get it

The money I'm getting

I just spent it quickly

On Zara and weedy

On booty on Kandy

On food and on living

Recorded I'm billing

On drugs I don't deal it

On gas I don't race it

On god I don't fake it

My phone I don't pick it

Last day you were petty

Got into my feelings

Tats we keep it on flexing

Racks we're keeping on searching

Cap you better stop rapping

Can't trust no one

Everybody be wilding

She makes it clap like she Megan the stallion

As soon as I can take a plane to Miami

I just after that go to shop to Italy

The bitch's from Dallas and the bag from Italy

I fuck with no dummy

I fuck with my shorty

The hell I don't get it

The money I'm getting

I just spent it quickly

On Zara and weedy

On booty on Kandy

On food and on living

Recorded I'm billing

On drugs I don't deal it

On gas I don't race it

On God I don't fake it

My phone I don't pick it

Last day you were petty

Got into my feelings

Got into my feelings

Too cute the bitch melting

My mouth she want milk it

They can't never reach me

They know that I'm gifted

I'm sorry I missed it

I'm trying I lift it

I just need a sixty

Au revoir punch

Take a nap under city lights

Au revoir punch au revoir punch take under city lights

Hard work pays off

That's they said to me little guy

Take your time you'll fly like a butterfly

2 3 punch nigga died front of butterfly

2 3 shoot 5 shoots front of many guys

2 3 shoot 5 shoots front or many guys

Man I'm so efficient

I am a seller man

Work to be millionaire

I'm a visionary

Call doctor strange he will say he agree with it

I fuck with no dummy

I fuck with my shorty

The hell I don't get it

The money I'm getting

I just spent it quickly

On Zara and weedy

On booty on Kandy

On food and on living

Recorded I'm billing

On drugs I don't deal it

On gas I don't race it

On God I don't fake it

My phone I don't pick it

Last day you were petty

Got into my feelings

Gang

She goes hard on my dick

I'm a horse with his stick

Need a Porsche with his wheel

I got weed I got sticks

I had molly

He lost it

Fuck the fisc

My single deserve a disc

Ain't no way I give up bitch

I am born to live this risk

Leave the house with 4 5 spliff

Smoking in a school of kids

I keep trying I can lose

I'm the best how can I lose

I love beats fuck your Bose

Blicky ick make it pow

I pull up they go wow

Fuck your bitch she popped that out

I just need a two three thousand just to make it out

We don't smoke no tobacco here

Get out of my house

I smoke all the grams I had shit

Now I need a pound

If you talk you get kill

If you joke you get will

I fuck with no dummy

I fuck with my shorty

The hell I don't get it

The money I'm getting

I just spent it quickly

On Zara and weedy

On booty on Kandy

On food and on living

Recorded I'm billing

On drugs I don't deal it

On gas I don't race it

On God I don't fake it

My phone I don't pick it

Last day you were petty

Got into my feelings