Lyrics:
who, went to war wit me & my crew.
Gotti them niggas aint pimp like you, they aint real like you, they ain't trill like you.
They ain't sellin no
no problems baby we can't get through
You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you
Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
Yo.. yeah, yo, yo
working for yo fans
Puffing on some supersonic
Up until I land
Everybody hating
But this shit in high demand
Throw me on the stage
For 20 minutes
I'll go
working for yo fans
Puffing on some supersonic
Up until I land
Everybody hating
But this shit in high demand
Throw me on the stage for 20 minutes
I'll go
If you can send me an angel
I will fly away
Help me through this darkness
Help me with my pain
If you can send me an angel
Help me by my side
Im
like your wired
What you tryin to do send a nigga to the fryer?
Don’t try to get me jammed up caus you know they listnen
“Well let me cop
Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like back
glizzy
They took Gotti from me he suppose to be with me
Now nothing the same everything different
Tried smoking the pain away got addicted
Few n*ggas
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
life
You're my angel for life I no send when den talk about you
Say the reason when I wake up in the morning I dey think about you
Its crazy anytime you
you
We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a
Half ounce of dog food
Yeah, that's my lil
She a bad bitch gone send her my way
Yo bitch ain't a dime she just ok
Yeen talkin money don't look my way
Say u got mo drip den me no way
I was
An angel said he seen me fry ducking bullets
I promise I couldn't stop the work
My niggas have put in
Your brains is banana pudding
I'm looking for trouble,
the lifeboat they send out to a drownin' man
And that drownin' man was me
You're the brandy in my coffee, You're the caramel in my herb tea
You are, you are,
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
Say I dissed you, I ain't say that
Never switched up on nobody
I ain't dropping names like a project by Carti
I'm skipping the beef like a track by Yo
godly books just to help
Me through this cold world
I walk around with the angel of death
Make you pay me with money
And pay me in respect
Ain't no funny
Sniffin' a gotti in lobbys off tits, we be LIT, we be LIT
Pourin' a 4 in a fifth with my bitch cause we be LIT we be lit
Go in a store on da floor is
gotta be kidding
You sellin rear rock shit, not glisten
The peeps got Yep not Pipmen
Me, Myself, Gotti & Pop was on my hit man
[Gotti]
Yeah, and I'm
she want sum mo
Drip all on my body
Bitches treat me like I'm Gotti
French kissin my hoe
Everything was Bonjour
Put it my pocket
Ion gotta think about
yo
Dressed in all white
Not Gotti
But the Narcos
I can take a flight
Bring it in
That’ll cost tho
I can send it out
And take the loss
What the cost bro
your purse
Slim didn't send Proof to get at the wankstas
He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas
What up, Gotti? And this little war you
My arms to defend
c message to send
But all by myself
I'm looking where else
You?
Friend
You thought that you could give me your flow
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