#ANGELS! (Old Files) ft. BKBTG Lyrics

Like, FreeSki5, man

FreeB5ive

FreeShellz (Free the Camp', 15th, nigga)

5BLK, Bow

FreeShellz

Mr. Spin thru ya block, make them fuck niggas bail

Smoke dead opps, I just love to inhale

Just got a bad bitch, I just know I'ma nail, like

And, I'm on the block, just like Ibaka

No cap, bitch, I stay with a boppa'

Dunkin' on shit, Andre Iguodala

You not a opp, nigga, you a scholar, like

And, I stay on 50

No cap, niggas can't get wimme'

I'm from the 5, we be gettin busy

Lil bro'll get smoked like a mizzy

Up the road, just popped a 330'

We tryn' slide thru shit, get to Purgin'

Baeboy tryn' walk shit down, where is BBG? He not on Bergen

On the block, masked up, we purgin'

If I see a opp? On bro', I'ma hurt 'em

Big clip hang out, no curfew

He wanna show-off? I'm closin' his curtains

His mans died, I know that he hurtin'

He mad, he got popped like a Perky

BK in the front seat, he throwin' turkey

I'm in the backseat, tryn' catch a murder

I got the burner, don't get me heated

Catch me a opp, make him run out his sneakers

We play ball, ya'll stay on the bleachers

Pull up and shoot, ya'll ain't playin' no defense

Pull up and shoot like Don' on Cleveland

Pull up and shoot, just watch how I release it

I got the green beam, perfect release

He'll get rolled and wrapped like a leaf (Like)

It ain't no more "FreeBenji"

Tryn' end shit with a Drum, it's holdin' 50

On the 5, that's where we get busy

Lil Ben tryn' 2-man shit, take it back to the Bentley

You already know what we on

Tryna end shit, tryn' slide, tryn' get 'em gone

(You already know what we on)

(Tryna end shit, tryn' slide, tryn' get 'em gone)

Whole time, I'm up the road

Colors too bright, gotta' change my clothes

I got a glock and that shit not fasho'

I'm on the block with a pack and pole

He at the light, put his head in his lap

Play with my body, meet me in the back

Lost bro', ever since, I go hard

I spot a opp, get a bucket from far

On the 5 and I'm posted with sharks

He think he hot, but he know, I'm a star

Ain't takin' no risk at all

Staingang, lil nigga, I want it all

In the paint, bitch, I score like John Wall

On the block, better tote you a rod

Lil bitch wan' hang out the car

We get on feet and we empty it all

Long ass clip, bitch, this shit tall like Wembyama

No Fortnite, I'm tryn' open his Chest like. Llama

He'll get smoked like some Marijuana

Catch him on his porch, shoot him out his pajamas

I'm with Sharks, you know they Piranhas

I'm on the block, with a .9 in the back like Ibaka

Spin like propellers, I'm sprayin' the choppa'

He gettin' shots, just call me a doctor

She eat it like Pizza, she givin' me toppings

I'm like, "Bitch, Drop them stockings"

She got a big brain like she went to college

She givin' brain like she was a scholar

She givin' head like she don't got a Father

I told the lil bitch, "You ain't got no guidance"

On a opp block, shoppin', we lookin' for Targets

He ain't ShopRite, got caught in the Market

Dammnn (The fuck?)

Grrahh, Bitch

Got caught in the Market

Hop out, fye', he was a Target, on bro'

Damnn, unh-unh

He tryn shop, I'm all in the Market, on bro'

Damnnn