Angel We Have Heard On High

Chopsquad Young Grizzley World, baby (Young Grizzley Word) No, no, no (Young Grizzley World, baby) No, no, no, no, no, no (Young Grizzley World, baby) No, no, no (Young Grizzley World, baby) Nowadays, niggas change on the gang Switch lanes, then come in and try to hang with us Nigga ain't really with that shit On that snake shit, fake ass nigga, that ain't what's up (Young Grizzley World, baby) Pussy nigga, that ain't what's up, oh (Young Nigga World, baby) Nowadays, niggas change for the fame Niggas switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us He was just rich two years ago Now the nigga in the middle of the road on angel dust We ain't had shit, we was on our dick And them hoes ain't even really wanna hang with us Niggas switch on some snake shit, fake shit Hell nah, pussy ass nigga, that ain't what's up Nigga fuckin' with the crew, say he really with the shit Hell nah, we a clique full of murderers Don't trust my nigga, my niggas really creep They slime, and they will murder ya Nigga sayin' that he body bagging, toe-tagging shit, fuck nigga But we ain't ever heard of ya You can keep all the stories to yourself, fuck nigga You ain't on that shit, we never heard of ya Pussy jit, we ain't heard of ya Fuck nigga, we ain't heard of ya Fuck nigga, we ain't heard of ya Clique full of murderers Fuck nigga, we ain't heard of ya I got a new bitch for the summer They wait for the bus and they throw me right under My watch and baguettes, I don't know what's exactly the price But it cost me way over a hundred Bro had the drink, I had thought it was soda I sipped it and felt like I was in a coma I'm covered in water, I need me a floater She suckin' my dick and I don't even know her All my guys ride You fight, I fight I'm fly, you're fly My guys, my guys My guys, fight if I fight Kill, stab, die, die I tried too many times I cried too many times Nigga watch who you play with (Stop playin') Before I catch a premeditated (Bah) Got a lot of niggas dead and I still see they faces (Woo) I'm a rap star, I could've been a mental patient Hit you with the bag, you still ain't paid me (What?) You must want a nigga come and do you like a stranger I ain't even trippin', money older than a pager Niggas see you shine and forget you really dangerous They won't let you help 'em (They won't let you help 'em) They gon' make you nail 'em (Fuck it, go'n kill him) My nigga got life, he call every day I don't know what to tell him (I can't help my nigga) We gon' get more time than murder, they catch us with this shit we sellin' (We gotta be level) Y'all went from high school to college We went from babies to felons, nigga (That's on my mama) I done really survived everything these streets offered (Did all that shit) I been through the mud, almost gave up I done really survived everything these streets offered (Did all that shit) I been caged up (Yeah), I done dodged them slugs (Yeah, ayy) I got a nine hour, I got a nine hour I got a nine hour flight I got a nine hour, I got a nine hour I got a nine hour flight Load up the K, load up the carbon This shit is off the dome D caught a body, Trell caught a body My niggas ain't comin' home I know that Lil Trell comin' home But they give Lil D fifty years His mama keep cryin' them tears (Start cryin' on me) His mama keep cryin' them tears (Start cryin', ah) It's a Draco in the back of the car And the police here behind you Better do what you do, better run, or skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Boy, you better run Lil' Melly comin' for ya And he strapped up with the gun An anaconda in your circle, and you don't even know They tryna snake ya, take your money, but they claim they your bro And where was she when a young nigga was so damn broke And where was she when a nigga ain't have no hope? Huh Dirty mattress (Yeah, slatt, slatt) Man, these pussy niggas actin' (Man, these pussy niggas actin') Ho, hell nah, ain't no lackin' Big B's, double-oh-twenty, baby, what's brackin' Fuck boy get actin' Pick him up like some motherfuckin' laundry Nigga play, hell nah, Armanis These hoes gon' fuck up our lease Balenciagas, Saint Laurents This bitch wanna fuck, she rollin' my blunts I don't even smoke, you like to toke We totin' the tommy gun, got free smoke for anyone Nowadays, niggas change for the fame Niggas switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us He was just rich two years ago Now the nigga in the middle of the road on angel dust We ain't had shit, we was on our dick And them hoes ain't even really wanna hang with us Niggas switch on some snake shit, fake shit Hell nah, pussy ass nigga, that ain't what's up Nigga fuckin' with the crew, say he really with the shit Hell nah, we a clique full of murderers Don't trust my nigga, my niggas really creep They slime, and they will murder ya Nigga sayin' that he body bagging, toe-tagging shit, fuck nigga But we ain't ever heard of ya You can keep all the stories to yourself, fuck nigga You ain't on that shit, we never heard of ya (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) Pussy jit, we ain't heard of ya Fuck nigga, we ain't heard of ya Fuck nigga, we ain't heard of ya Clique full of murderers Fuck nigga, we ain't heard of ya