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
