Thug Angel

(Verse 1) Chasin fame, chasin money Got a lil name niggas tryna take it from me Shit is gettin to me I can't even stunt Swinging for the fences niggas tryna make me bunt My innocence and my youth Just disappeared in this booth Poof Ridin round in that coupe tryna keep my pockets on Bruce Bruce You don't like how I do? Tru Peace out my nigga, deuce deuce Honeys go cause my money swole I'm eatin honey combs and cous cous You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck neither Ridin round Cashin Out smokin on Keisha Hey nice to meet ya no way that I need ya No Waiving the fees I get paid for the features Shut the fuck up Lil nigga You don't really want it wit these Ville niggas, Nigga We don't give a fuck bout nothin Them lame ass niggas tryna push my buttons but FUCK IT Rollin up, we gon get high tonight She said "You gon be so damn famous" Shit, you probably right Couple bitches wit me, they look like the molly type All a real Ville nigga need is the money and the chain Wit the top down screamin out money ain't a thang (Hook) Naaaaaa naaaaaa Naaa naaa naa Naaaaaa naaaaaa Naaa naaa naa Chillin wit The Village, if u see a nigga holler Tryna cop some Mo Purp Lemme hold a dollar X2 Club "Wiley" X8 (Verse 2) Titties in my phone From a bitch that is not my bitch Hey bitch, come tickle my privates Living life like it's YOLO on my eyelids Then it's bye-bye bitch Back to the trap I go Niggas real cold at the rap, I know Pimp suit and a cane, if she lacks my dough Baby powder in my hand I'mma smack my hoes (Hook) Naaaaaa naaaaaa Naaa naaa naa Naaaaaa naaaaaa Naaa naaa naa Chillin wit The Village if u see a nigga holler Tryna cop some Mo Purp Lemme get a dollar X2 Club "Wiley" X8 #SuckIt