Lyrics p angels – 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
I’m with the bad ones, the one that be trippin
Y’all n**gas 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 mawf**kin 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 n**gas
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 f**k some baddies four hour straight
Pill came from p0rnhub we f**ked 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
N**ga 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 n**ga let’s get us a fake
F**k all that bullsh!t 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…
➤ Written by Gunna, Willis Keaton
Album: a Gift & a Curse
Produced by 88Krazy, Slowburnz & Willis Keaton
Gunna | 2023
