Drop Em Marski

[Intro]
(Angels)
I make 'em run and go Vamanos
Catch a body and dip and go on the road
If your ass ain't angelic, you gotta go
Spendin' too much on weed and Designer clothes
I'ma keep rackin', I'm making mo'
Nigga get up and go chase the bag
SRT, I'ma do the dash
I-I'ma keep rackin' up all these stacks

[Verse 1]
I'm with the angels
Spin his block and yeah, we finna blast
If he talking then we on his ass
Money counter beeping 'cause I make it fast
On the E-way swerving, yeah, I'm going fast
I just popped a perky, hopin' I don't crash
If a nigga want smoke, we gon' pop out
If that nigga what smoke, we gon' drop him
I put a dot on his head like he Rudolph
When I stand up on my money, I'm too tall
I'm in that Jag' 'cause I just dropped thе Coupe off
Let's have a racе to the top, let's see who fall
Bitch, I'm the king in the crib like I'm LeBron
Next nigga talking that shit, knock his tooth off
These niggas pussy like ice cream, too soft
My niggas finna pull up knock his roof off