Angels in Sweden

Flat bill Robin Hood Cash Here Stolen Goods If it’s bout the bag You’ll get checked Stan the flag that we rep Hollywood Everybody moves to Hollywood When the check clear Pray to god that the check near Ima dog patrol yards Niggas wonder Y like goyard Cause I’m bout the fetti Fetch, Go long Got this pack from the alp mountains Alpaca/I’ll pack a llama If you touch a hair on the scalp Of my love ones Super Saiyan status Pull up in a phantom Drop spirit bombs Leave whole scene in shambles Like a Tyler perry flick I can do bad by myself None the less Ima glimpse away from Handsome God forgives but I don’t Invest in me give you hope Baby I sin I’m not the pope Can’t love cant get close If it’s bout the money I’m all ears Sing the tone leave the halls Clear I been on my bullshit all year Ima glo on my peers I get the cash then the rims Then the trunk Then I get the cash then the Ms in a month Then I get the cash put the Rims in the trunk Then I get the cash gives Ms to my mom