Angel Numbers

Don't be shy Ay Don't offend me (Uh) Kinda hard, but if you piss me off then imma pull up with boys like remy (Uh) Take your lover she like angel numbers so I'm 4-4-for her like Wendy's (Uh) Bitches hit me cause I'm in they city told her come over, crib always empty (Uh) Always tweaking I can never read, yeah from that gas that we smoke we got plenty (Uh) Told them bitches we got plenty shots I saw he was live, then pulled around the block He kept following this man's an op She was looking for Sean but she caught this Glock She was tryna get off, but she gone catch this mop Once I run up a bag I know that shit won't stop Imma flip it again and make them bands nonstop Ay Breaking her vertebrae Look at these bitches like "what are they?" Try take my chain and I'm gone raise the murder rate I'll let off 50 shots before I'm murdered and if I don't got then know that I'm still hurting him Ain't got my mic then you know I'm still burning up Ice on my wrist and my mouth keep me cold enough Mad about your bitch, but I really don't give a f*ck I face a gram and ain't nobody lit as us Nobody bidding us Nobody getting us Take the rari, then we leave them boys in the dust Take your Shawty she impressed my fitness, bruh Want my body she gone offer like fifty bucks Gone decline but she still on my dick lil bruh Man she fine I might just have to get in gut Take your life cause you thought you was hitting us These boys mice cause I know they be snitching, bruh You a weird ass nigga I don't really give a f*ck Take your bitch out the house she getting home from the bus Get an Uber if she bad but I can't really trust shit Could be a shooter never know who in the front seat Bitch, trust me Talking and I'll bring out the Choppa and start dumping This ain't a fly zone why you bugging? Talking like it's sky zone we start jumping You and your gang I know you and all your Niggas are lame Don't ever talk to me like we the same I'm on a way higher level and some bitches better so deal with it bitch it's that way Wanna run up you get shot in the face Man you out of luck yeah not another day Yeah, imma just take my ass to the cape Imma smoke till I ain't gone see another day Thought you was gangster you crying to me, bruh I knew it you just wasn't lying to me, bruh You talk on my name then you find what you speak of I hear it, then know that I'm dying to meet ya I risk my life cause I know I got this heater I ain't finna fight cause a trigger is easier This bitch want my half and half know imma feed her I got way more black in me than you'd believe, bruh Kinda like a zebra Fucking with this bitch, yeah she told me she a libra Thinking I care yeah I bitch I could already read ya Finna stack bands fly the gang over seas, bruh Spend your life in a cell, yeah that nigga a amoeba Shit 10 grand but I took it so it's free, bruh Taro got style but this shit ain't free, bruh Know that I be making these hits less than a week, bruh Yeah, Don't offend me (Uh) Kinda hard, but if you piss me off then imma pull up with boys like remy (Uh) Take your lover she like angel numbers so I'm 4-4-for her like Wendy's (Uh) Bitches hit me cause I'm in they city told her come over crib always empty (Uh) Always tweaking I can never, read yeah from that gas that we smoke we got plenty (Uh) Told them bitches we got plenty shots I saw he was live then pulled around the block He kept following this man's an op She looking for Sean but she caught this Glock She was tryna get off but she gone catch his mop Once I run up a bag I know that shit won't stop Imma flip it again and make them bands nonstop Yuh, Ay (Ay) What? (What?) Godamn (Godamn) This nigga spitting (Huh) This nigga ripping (Yuh) Godamn (Godamn)