[Intro]
Ways
I miss you Angel
[Chorus: Lil Wintr]
Back it up, she back it up, yeah
Bank is fitted up, bitch I wet it up, yeah
She said I'm different, yeah, I'm different, yeah
Diamonds on my neck, they cold, they wet as fuck, yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Wintr]
I'm Lil Wintr bitch
Bitch I'm running shit, yeah
This bitch, she isn't shit
She going through the gate, yeah
I can't feel my lungs, bitch I'm smoking purple, yeah
I can't feel my lungs, with your bitch she lurking, yeah
[Verse 2: Angelus]
Had to switch it up, they don't see the vision
I knew this wouldn't work, since I started this shit
I'm not the type to lose, gotta go and get it
I knew this would be worth it, going out as of lately
Countin' bands of bankroll
You're elite, play your roll
Countin' racks, I need more
Spend them racks cuz' I'm bored
When you see me on the front page, of the magazine
I need no stars, need nobody else, I'm just doing me
[Verse 3: Kuru]
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The angels sing behind your back
And my bros do my favor, yeah, they know I never lack
And when they get behind the scenes
Yeah, you know I'm smoking thrax
Red beam, red sight, aiming at your fuckin' side
I'm with my hounds, I'm with my stars, yeah, yeah
Starship, on my name, [?] through the photo
You said it's all now 10/10
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You tryna fight, that's okay
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[Verse 4: Chach]
Racks up in the bank
Swear that we are not the same
Throw the racks and let it rain
Let it all wash down the drain
And all I ever wanted was for me to go insane
And all I ever wanted was some racks up in the bank
I'm geeked up, I'm flying, I'm so high over the ground
He want a feature, I'm texting his ass, and I get a large amount
I'm back in the bleacher
You swear that they loyal, then talkin' when you not around
I guess it'll teach you
Them boys, they be talkin', I swear I'm airing them out, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wintr]
Back it up, she back it up, yeah
Bank is fitted up, bitch I wet it up, yeah
She said I'm different, yeah, I'm different, yeah
Diamonds on my neck, they cold, they wet as fuck, yeah
[Outro: Lil Wintr]
I'm Lil Wintr bitch
Bitch I'm running shit, yeah
This bitch, she isn't shit
She going through the gate, yeah
I can't feel my lungs, bitch I'm smoking purple, yeah
I can't feel my lungs, with your bitch she lurking, yeah
Ways
I miss you An-