Angels (Explicit) - A$AP Rocky

Ten gold chains wood grain propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

I'm the d**e mane b**ches sniffin' coc*ine

All my young niggas know that

They could all weigh all weigh

Call me call me call me all weigh all weigh

Call me call me call me all weigh all weigh

Call me call me call me all weigh all weigh

Call me

If if if you see me trucking b**ch

They call me young ** dealer

They call me young thug ni**a

24 karats my slugs glitter

24 years old worth a couple million

Shouts out to my cuz' niggas

Finna' let it fly for my blood niggas

Middle finger up to you f**k niggas

If you a trill ni**a then f**k wit' us

Ni**a dash like a speed of a bullet

Wit' a pistol on him prolly' wouldn't even pull it

Heart made of puddin' mean muggin' wit' a hoodie

Like what's goodie

Tryin' to be the motherf**ker that you couldn't

Knowin' you

Down to let it fly when I shouldn't

All my young niggas they gon' rep it to the fullest

Tell a f**k ni**a be you f**k tough be cool

All the young niggas in my crew

They down to let it fly

For a ni**a like me young ni**a like me

They let it fly

For a ni**a like me young ni**a like me

They let it fly

For a ni**a like me young ni**a like me

They let it fly

For a ni**a like me jiggy young like me

Ten gold chains wood grain propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Ten gold chains wood grain propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that

Hood by air man I started that

Niggas claim they the God of black

Well your name is purple I'm the God of that

Gave you my back ni**a' pardon that

F**k that sh*t I brought mobbin' back

Brought robbin' back brought the Garden back

Motherf**k black land I brought Harlem back

Rollin' in my Benzo

Hoes on the curb a couple of friends

Rollin' down my window

Yo what's the word f**k it get in

Ride round wit' these bimbos

She give head to my kin folk

Shout outs my connect tho'

Keep a watch out for them Winslows

Cause' the boys gon' creep

D boys gone serve

Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve

Imma' get by while the world gon' turn

Imma' get mine like you gon' get yours

Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve

Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned

Tell a f**k ni**a be you f**k tough be cool

All the young niggas in crew they down to let it fly

For a ni**a like me young ni**a like me

They let it fly

For a ni**a like me young ni**a like me

They let it fly

For a ni**a like me young ni**a like me

They let it fly

For a ni**a like me jiggy young like me

Ten gold chains wood grain propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Ten gold chains wood grain propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Ten gold chains wood grain propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Ten gold chains wood grain propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang