Like Ang (feat. X Drool)

Yuh, I gotta play these bitches out They really want my crown F*ck that F*ck that I got some things that you don't know about, I got some things that you don't know about no I got some things that you don't know about no, I got some things that you don't know about no Off that percie and the shrooms I can't feel a thing, I just hit a stain F*ck it, I'ma do that shit again You ain't with that gang, you a lame, you can't fucking hang Smoking on that cherry pack, yes, this that fucking dank Do not worry bout it 'less it's bout that money or that Mary Jane If he talking shit, I'll pull up gun him down and give him JFK, uhh Now he AFK, uhh Bullets all in his brain, find out where him and his momma stay Then we gon' pull up and let it spray, yeah Hit that boy like Ang! Hit that boy like Ang! Hit that boy like Ang! Whole gang hit a stain Hit that boy like Ang! Hit that boy like Ang! Hit that boy like Ang! Whole gang hit a stain digits I came for the bands Walked in with a band I blow smoke like fans Do it for the fans When I hit I feel like I'm in a trance u don't get it When I hit I feel like I'm in a trance do you miss it Run it back run it back wait a minute I can't relax I'm handling business Get a pack flip a sack double digits At first I put my first then I jumped up in it These hoes need sum coaching I can't feel emotions I been drinking potions On that weed I'm smoking Call me when I'm lonely 'Fore you go unnoticed My heart went the coldest And now my pockets poking Hit that boy like Ang! Hit that boy like Ang! Hit that boy like Ang! Whole gang hit a stain Hit that boy like Ang! Hit that boy like Ang! Hit that boy like Ang! Whole gang hit a stain digits