"Kurt Angle" lyrics

That nigga not gang, he false claiming, haha
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That nigga not gang, he false claiming
The work off white like a fuckin' macadamia
Show you so much white, you gon' think you watchin' Shameless
The spot in my truck in LA, that bitch bangin'
I know you want me to say yo' name but I ain't gon' make you famous
We made it rain so hard, look up, you see a fuckin' rainbow
I'm sellin' so much fuckin' dope, I'm 'bout to go buy a Kangol
When I see haters I just tell 'em "Hi", I feel like Maino
Everything that he and his bitch do, we Ex-Raid it
She wanna drive boat but I'ma motherfuckin' sailor
I'm takin' the Wock' to get a weddin' dress and get it tailored
She want my heart, it's colder than a fuckin' snow angel

I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle
I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle
I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle
I'm flexin' on this lil niggas, Kurt Angle

Pulled off the lot and get it tinted out
I'ma get that bitch, she suckin' and I spit it out
Fans ran up lookin' crazy, damn near blicked 'em down
I don't care if that statement from the 80's, ain't no snitch allowed
Everything I say, nigga, I stand on it
Mr. fifties, twenties geeked, he got a band on 'em
That nigga gon' lose his life if I put a hand on it
We had him in Fendy with some rain on him
I got this lil bitch wetter than Bikini Bottom
I'm trappin' in Designer, I wanna be like Bob nem
I'm wrappin' up the beef like I just made a gyro
No Limit to this shit, I feel like my nigga Kyro