(Angel Heaven Sent)

Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that

Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that

Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that

Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that

Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that

Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that

Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that

Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that

GM-522, stick hangin' out

I'm the reason lil' bro ain't gon' take you out

Bullets hot, know how I feel, but I don't think you do

I'm the reason young **** wanna crash they coupe

Everybody rides by choppers and they ain't got no choppers

I'm bouncin' out with baby chopstick like did shotas

We get mad and drop bodies, so, ****, keep your distance

My chain expensive, yours cheap, so our chain's different

If a bitch is usually impressed, that is not my type

Nowadays, bitch fucks **** that ain't got no stripes

I ain't trickin', I just blow bags on pretty bitches

If your bitch see me, then I'm leavin' with her

It's high-powered rapper weed inside this leaf

**** hang their jersey up when there wasn't no beef

I got rich written across my knuckles

Thumbin' so much money, have me feel untouchable

Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that

Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that

Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that

Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that

Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that

Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that

Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that

Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that

I might show a lil' love, but I don't trust a thing

I'ma walk up when I shoot, so I don't need a beam

Bad bitch, I'll pay to get her body done

Bitch can't play in my face 'cause I'm far from dumb

If you really want a low-tier, cleats up

'Cause I was taught if you don't grind, you don't eat nonthin'

Anytime you see me out, I got thousands on me

I'll creep down your street and man down your homie

**** went broke and they gon' stay broke

Even my bitch got a gun and a bankroll

**** grown-ass men never had a bag

Livin' off his bitch, type of shit is that?

Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that

Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that

Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that

Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that

Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that

Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that

Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that

Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that