No Angels (feat. Lola Brooke)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We got London on da Track That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah That know you keep it with me That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there He gon' hit from the back like he miss me That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah That know you keep it with me That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there He gon' hit from the back like he miss me Still tryna find love for my dad, how the f- can I love a n-? Only thing I'ma chase is the damn liquor Know my brother my keeper like Rae Sremmurd But my brodie be poppin' these pills, I can all the pain that he feel, so it stay with 'em It's a hole in my heart and you can't fix it Now I wish ain't miss all them damn visits B-, that's why I keep my distance (yeah) My neck wet, b-, let's go fishin' Can't f- with these broke h-, bad decision Atlanta h- scream out, "That's no kizzy" I fly all the shooters out from my city All of my shooters got one ways (one ways) B-, I belong long the runway You gonna do what the gun say Free all the killer except all the rats (rats) I only speak on the facts He want to f- and then get in his feelings (his feelings) I like my n- attached All of my bundles they came in from Paris (from Paris) I got London on da Track (yeah) Went number one on these, went number one on these But we ain't gon' talk 'bout the stats That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah That know you keep it with me That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there He gon' hit from the back like he miss me That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah That know you keep it with me That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there He gon' hit from the back like He miss me We catch licks, licks Spend them bands, 'cause they ain't never gon' come get me Don't catch b- fits, 'cause I got mans, gon' make sure that clip empty I'm gon' do and try, legacy can't die, I'ma run it up like I'm 50 Goin' through traffic, the streets is too busy You know my body, I'm from New York City Watch who you break bread for the cheddar They never backdown, 'cause they live in the cellar Was built off the muscle that came in my era Don't live in my feelings, these b- could never I need my hitters on payroll forever Leavin' these n-, a b- could do better Lola on go, Biny totin' Barrettas Damn, Big Gator, that b- too clever That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah That know you keep it with me That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there He gon' hit from the back like he miss me That's that stick, that stick, that mmm, that yeah That know you keep it with me That's that lick, that lick, that lick right there He gon' hit from the back like he miss me