Angelic Lyrics

And my bitch gotta big ole bag

And my bitch gotta big ole ass

Get high go get the racks

Put the Louis V right on my back

Put that guard like right on my bag

And I told her be humble don't brag

In the skinny amiris, no sag

And the brand new 458 go fast

Young nigga gone do the dash

120 right on the dash

This a new mazzy, no jaguar

Know you see when I ride past

Know that I'm going to fast, you know I might crash

But I won't be in last!

Young nigga feel like it's Kobe day!

81 points on the Rollie aye

Just copped a plain Jane, it's a Rollie day

Too cool onnat bitch no it ain't no cuddling!

And these niggas out here they be fumbling

I be running shit

What the fuck is that?

And you know that I'm chasing that fucking sack

Like a lineman chase the quarterback

And let it be known that I am the one!

Know that the lil bitty boy is my clone, yeah he is my son

Keep telling this hoe to just leave me alone

Cus I'm really done!

Hope that you had your lil fun

This shit was a hell of a run!

Let's gooo

And my bitch gotta big ole bag

And my bitch gotta big ole ass

Get high go get the racks

Put the Louis V right on my back

Put that guard like right on my bag

And I told her be humble don't brag

In the skinny amiris, no sag

And the brand new 458 go fast

Young nigga gone do the dash

120 right on the dash

This a new mazzy, no jaguar

Know you see when I ride past

Know that I'm going to fast, you know I might crash

But I won't be in last!