Thug Angel - Alex Wiley

Chasing fame, chasing money

Got a lil name, niggas tryin' to take it from me

The shit is getting to me, I can’t even stunt

Swinging for defenses, niggas trying to make me

But my end is sensing my youth

Just disappear in this poof poof

Riding round in that coop

Trying to keep my pockets on bruce, bruce!

You don’t like how I do, true

Peace shout, my nigga deuce deuce

Hundreds go cause my money swallow me

Big nany comes and Kush, Kush!

Damn, get fucked and I get fucked, nigga

Rinding that passion, I smoke on occasion

And it’s the needs and no way that it needs

And now way that it feels like I play for the…

Start to fuck 'em, lil nigga!

You don’t really want to interfere, niggas, nigga!

When we get fucked I got nothing

Them lame ass nigga trying to push my buttons, so fuck it!

Roll it up, we gonna get high tonight

She said you gonna be so afraid of that shit

You’re probably right!

A couple bitches when they ain’t about the molly type

On a gray van, nigga is the money and the chain

But it top down screaming that money ain’t a thing!

Na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na

Titties in my phone

And that bitch that is now my bitch

Any bitch can’t tickle my private…

And it’s about my bitch back to the trap I go

Niggas will go to the rap I know

Big.in the game, and they like my dough

Everybody on my met my own!