Off A Gift and A Curse album by Gunna, Here’s Lyrics to the track title P Angels.
P ANGELS LYRICS by Gunna.
I`m in sky Miami I`m back out the chain
Took a few losses that`s part of the game
Ordered the jet took my talents to Spain
I had to swerve they was all in my lane
On a Tsunami uhh like wave
I bout the map uhh Bruce Wayne
Sleep on the yacht for like twenty some days
On a G6 trying to smoke all the haze
I got these angles they pulling up whispering
Breaking out sentences geeking and trippin
Im with the bad ones The one that be trippin
Y`all niggas laughing we laughing right with you
Only thing that matter is bigger picture
Once you get mad try send one of your hitters
I know he mad he found out I hit her
Couple more baddies let`s order more liquor
Kicking my P let these boys talk in pillows
All in they mouth I`m the mawfuckin dinner
Come to my crib you going need some credentials
Two or three gates pulling up ain`t that simple
Factory AP yeah yeah
I do business with the original dealer
Handle business get on top of you niggas
Oh lord forgive me you know I`m a sinner
The drip when I walk I`m a oil spiller
I mixed the Armani with margiela
Do my big one like Godzilla
Caramel redbone and some of them yellow
I had to whip out the card
Keep the black card like a car dealer
Pushing P like Ms. park
Go back up to space out of Dodge
I`m in sky Miami I`m back out the chain
Took a few losses that`s part of the game
Ordered the jet took my talents to Spain
I had to swerve they was all in my lane
On a Tsunami uhh like wave
I bout the map uhh Bruce Wayne
Sleep on the yacht for like twenty some days
On a G6 trying to smoke all the haze
I fuck some baddies four hour straight
Pill came from pornhub we fucked out the gate
Head to plantation millionaire estate
Geeked like the station back in the day
I`m staying focus get paid
I bought a lotus wah lah
Ain`t giving warnings clear the way
Paint all my witches same color of spade
P said she want us she don`t want to get save
Nigga can`t count how much money I made
Flew to the Yams I got tired of the shade
I can`t see nothing in these new Prada shades
I`ll send the cleaners I keep me a maid
I`m from the hood still can`t catch me and fade
What`s cracking lil nigga let`s get us a fake
Fuck all that bullshit I went back to get it
I landed in Sky Miami been a minute
I`m going get a grammy that`s my witness
I want it I get it independent
Took some L`s still winning
Roll up an L I`m so high I see the city
I locked her in cause she freaky and saditty
Pop back right out and I`m showing up petty
I`m in sky Miami I`m back out the chain
Took a few losses that`s part of the game
Ordered the jet took my talents to Spain
I had to swerve they was all in my lane
On a Tsunami uhh like wave
I bout the map uhh Bruce Wayne
Sleep on the yacht for like twenty some days
On a G6 trying to smoke all the haze
