TASracks - Kurt Angle Lyrics

Yeah, niggas talk crazy, got our loc, and ain't push shit
Kurt Angle, when I'm hittin' from the back, I made her do a flip
Broke niggas workin' 9-5, you late to your shift
World crazy, gotta teach lil' bro how to aim the stick

Like a mad granny nigga, this belt even got a switch
Designer smell, off the christian scent, she gon' let me hit
That lil' runner that you cuffin' on, that is not your bitch
Don't pull up on the guys, riding striker, cause it's gettin' flipped

I told Cuz to pass me the wood, I'm finna spark it up
This choppa burn a nigga like a candle, we gon' light him up
The pussy wet, I only last two minutes, shit, I'm in a rush
Nigga, when I sign that AP, shit gon' freeze him up

Designer denim, every time I'm out, bitch, I'm ksubi'd up
Off the wood and I still ain't high, where the f*ck the runtz
Loose leaf, fat as hell, I'm only smokin' heavy blunts
Lil' bitch, for the last time, I'm just tryna f*ck

If I'm ski'd up in a goose, bitch, you better duck
Man, don't turn them niggas on again, that shit really suck
Me and twin feel like Dame and Giannis , gotta get a buck
Up 7-0 on the opps, these niggas gettin' skunked

Told the bitch, I only want the face, keep your pants on
If you see me in the green hoodie, then that bitch chrome
Nigga inside my crib, it's trap set
Like it's home alone, Glo Navy, like the Mob

Talk shit, get turned to a ghost
Ran up 10 with the guys, shit, we finna make a toast
Bad bitch, give her all she can eat like it's Ponderosa
Broke niggas always dick-suckin', where the f*ck y'all goals

Same niggas hatin' on the Gram, still like the Post
Cuz turn into a happy kid when it's time to slide
Nigga, get from round me right now, if you ain't down to ride
I'ma tell the label I ain't signing' if i can't bring the guys

Found out, I hit his bitch, now he saltier than McDonald's fries
Niggas talk crazy, got our loc and they ain't push shit
Kurt Angle, when I'm hittin' it from the back, I made her do a flip
Broke niggas workin' 9-5, you late to your shift

World crazy, gotta teach lil' bro how to aim the stick
Like a mad granny nigga, this belt even gotta switch
Designer smell off the christian scent, she gon' let me hit
That lil' runner that you cuffin' on, that is not your bitch

Don't pull up on the guys riding striker, cause it's gettin' flipped
Rockstar shit, we pull up, got on expensive clothes
Its belt gang forever with the slimes and they'll wipe your nose
Bitch, really tried to spin back that door, forever closed

My hoes think I'm cheatin' outside, I'm really with the bros
Tryna press me, I swear to God, nigga, I hate crack
Like Bane, I got some bullets in the choppa that'll break your back
It's back door gang, f*ck with the guys and get yo cealing cracked

This young boy really think he untouchable, we can get him tapped
Riding with key, I swear to God, he Mr.Takeyoshit
Get my big 30 and my Pooh shiesty and go and paint yo whip
It might be blood on these sneaks, but swear to God, nigga, I ain't gon' slip

Your bitch be goin', but she f*ckin' on the lame, so I a never hit
Don't think we goin', if you push up on gang, you will get hit with blick
Designer sneaks, swear to God, nigga, I spent a lot on that
F*ck her from behind and like she Gwen, she gon' holla back

Type of nigga get up in that field , ain't really tryna rap
Brody got the woods, I got the crud, I said let's roll sum
Bitch, if you comin' over here, you better throw somethin
How you set us up there with the camp and you ain't on nothin'

F*ck her while I'm high, now this bitch tryna have my son
But this lil' bitch a rat, she can't have my baby
Capping bout killin' y'all niggas, clowns, John Wayne Gacy
A couple years ago, niggas was broke, I used to shop at Macy's

Finna buy my bitch, a presidential, she my first lady
Niggas talk crazy, got our loc, and ain't push shit
Kurt Angle, when I'm hittin' from the back, I made her do a flip
Broke niggas workin' 9-5, you late to your shift
World crazy, gotta teach lil bro how to aim the stick, nigga