Chris Angel

[Hook: Lex Bratcher]
I don't give a fuck about nada (I don't)
Unless you want smoke
Shorty she talking I'm top five (for real)
Yeah I know (duh)
Griping that biscuit, that Popeyes (that what?)
Number four
Hit with the stick to the hat like tada (like who)
Chris Angel (bye bye)
I don't give a fuck about nada (I don't)
Unless you want smoke (that true)
Shorty she talking I'm top five
Yeah,I know
Griping that biscuit, that Popeyes (that what?)
Number four
Hit with the stick to the hat like tada (ok)
Chris Angel

[Verse: Lex Bratcher]
Like oooh
Leave a hole over a pie, three dot one four
She in disguise, she a thot, she a hoе
With the Johnson in hand
For the rocks in her nosе
Nonstop it'll blam if the ops end up shown
Nine cops in a jam, whole op finna blow
I got all the pots and the pans
Got the mop in my hands
While I'm parked in the damn Tahoe, huh
Get out the way
But that's him
I'mma have to get out the K
I pass them, yeah my high speed out the lanes
The streams high too, nigga I could Bayou
Got some southern niggas in my brigade
I don't really be talking I'd rather send out the fades
Best barber, uhhh, take the shark fins out the tank
Mescal in the sippy cup, lil' baby drank
If she bad grab the chancla and get baby spanked
Like mmm, she love it
Her friend on they phone like mmm good luck
The pussy gon' hiss when it hear me coming
That dog in me won't never give up
She said shhh you get around but baby that's really a plus
And I'm like pshhh
I'm not a city girl, baby, I'm a city bus
'Cause

[Hook: Lex Bratcher]
I don't give a fuck about nada (I don't)
Unless you want smoke
Shorty she talking I'm top five (for real)
Yeah I know (duh)
Griping that biscuit, that Popeyes (that what?)
Number four
Hit with the stick to the hat like tada (like who)
Chris Angel (bye bye)
I don't give a fuck about nada (I don't)
Unless you want smoke
Shorty she talking i'm top five
I'm like I know
Griping that biscuit, that Popeyes (that what?)
Number four
Hit with the stick to the hat like tada (ok)
Chris Angel (bye bye)