C.A.R.T.I - Angels Cry Lyrics

Have you ever made a angel cry or what about looking death in the face through satan's eyes
Yoooo...
Trick please from the neck to the wrist freeze
Soldier boy stuntin wit that Draco what the lick read
Ballin like I'm A.O that yayo got me quick cheese cuz where I'm from a payroll can't het you to the big leagues
Met this mix-breed had to crack her like a safe
She was acting hard to get now she asking if I ate
That's the power of the D
You gotta shower wit ya 3
Cuz cowards a leave you ghost
That's the father of Tyriq
Yo I'm hotter than police
Pockets prolly hold ya lease
Clip full of bald heads and they rolling like Tyreese
Sold it all through these streets in and out on my business route
Skits'n nose picking like they in the house
Tripping my old bitches keep me in they mouth
Cuz I came home gold dripping like I'm in the south
I crush whores
Same ones you lust for
No need to have a girl when I can just f*ck yours
Woooooow.....
Have you ever made a angel cry or looked death in the face through Satans eyes
I did some shit I apologize
But don't believe what you hear so yea I prolly lied
And who they talk about is prolly I
Who they talk about is prolly I
Who they talk about is prolly I

Crush the rap game from playing the block like Yio Ming
Ryu'n that Ken then making it stretch like dhalsim
Pretty boy waves spinning plus the style clean but don't get it twisted shit I'm use to some wild things
Like Tarzan in the jungle
Hard ran wrapped in bundles
Large bands on the humble
At the age of five looked in the eye of my daddy
Like take it or leave it no break off just baggies
Now Brenda baby pulling up in that caddy
Playing dear mama bet you wish you never had me
Exactly, it get scary when I pull it
Leave shit everywhere that's Harry on the toilet
Of course I go dumb and dumber
I'm that new wonder trap doing numbers I can take off for a few summers
Come back like I never left
Drip game forever fresh
In something sick swerving
Free my nigga S
Yes they had a crook jailed
But I made it look well
Came a long way from a youngin making nick sales
And let me cook it for you I can make ya shit sell
Whip game transporter watch me make it fishtail
Soon as the ice make it lock get ya order straight
Cuz time is money I'm hungry I can't afford to wait
You mixing business with pleasure that's putting more at stake
So now it's f*ck you pay me or don't fornicate

Have you ever made a angel cry or looked death in the face through Satans eyes
I did some shit I apologize
But don't believe what you hear so yea I prolly lied
And who they talk about is prolly I
Who they talk about is prolly I
Who they talk about is prolly I