Angel Wings - Lil Reek, Roy Woods

Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly

I got my bag, I went to the sky

You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie

If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die

I got them bags, could be your supply

Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy

Smoking exotic, you know I stay high

These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying

Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly

I got my bag, I went to the sky

You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie

If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die

I got them bags, could be your supply

Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy

Smoking exotic, you know I stay high

These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying

And this shit, can’t tell it didn’t come in my size

Bad bitch and you know she a dime

She hop in the car, we gon' go take a ride

Hope, yeah, she can catch some of these vibes

I’m a young nigga, I can’t spend no time

And this shit wasn’t easy, I stayed on my grind

I went got a bag, I didn’t waste no time

All of these niggas be capping and lying

Put 'em straight 'cross the head, they know that I’m sliding

And you know just how them slides slide

Get a bag every time I get bagged for a show

And I’m selling that bitch out

And I’m the flyest young nigga you know

Four pockets full, I’ma cash out

Rackades on me everywhere I go

Glizzy on me, I’ma air it out

Maybach big as fuck

Fly car in the parking lot

Big house with the marble floor

I remember that time when we got put out

Days trapping in front of that store

Now I got hella bags in the spot

And the hoes just came in and they finna go out

Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly

I got my bag, I went to the sky

You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie

If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die

I got them bags, could be your supply

Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy

Smoking exotic, you know I stay high

These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying

Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly

I got my bag, I went to the sky

You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie

If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die

I got them bags, could be your supply

Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy

Smoking exotic, you know I stay high

These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying

Yeah, fifteen hundred for the Louboutins

My lil' mama just bought some Gucci, yeah

Bugs Bunny, I got them carats, yeah

Smoking Wedding Cake, rolling that sticky icky

His girlfriend wan' come take a flicky flicky

Use a magnifying glass, ain’t no bitch is in me

We fuck hoes, ain’t no loving them

Approach niggas, ain’t no dodging them

My talks are too short, there’s no argument

Bought a plain jane and I flooded it

Look at these niggas, they all for the 'Gram

All of my bitches is private on the 'Gram

Told all of my hitters stay far from the man

Move to LA, now the parties in the mansion

She popping pills all in my mansion

Spent three thousand dollars on my glasses

Ain’t no way that I can see a bad bitch

Said she comes from Europe and she speak German so she got an accent

Fuck with a nigga from the 6, ain’t leaving no doubt, all my niggas blasting

(Yeah, yeah)

Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly

I got my bag, I went to the sky

You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie

If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die

I got them bags, could be your supply

Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy

Smoking exotic, you know I stay high

These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying

Ain’t got no wings, you know I can fly

I got my bag, I went to the sky

You ain’t my partner, you know that’s a lie

If you touch Lil Reek, boy, you know you gon' die

I got them bags, could be your supply

Dripping severe, some shit you can’t buy

Smoking exotic, you know I stay high

These bitches be capping, these hoes be lying

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