Crud - Angel

Running up and down out on everythin'

I be chilling in the trap with my nigga, hella weed and a hella drink

And I ain’t gotta tell you what I’m doing, what I’m doing is irrelevant

Plus you know I’m shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence

And you know I’ve got the glove on in the crud, I ain’t leaving no evidence

And I bet you never know, I’m doing road when I pulled looking innocent

If you touch me I can have you on your toes like a maniac, maniac

You already know it’s the top that we aiming at, aiming at

Rolling up the trees like it’s medicine

All my niggas up and down in the block, they be feeding the residents

I just left my nigga Swizz couple beats, with a spliff that was elegant

And every time I see the 5-O, I kinda freeze and get hesitant

Ohh, ohh, ohh

Back a front line, that’s the regular

Tryna get a dollar, get a pound

‘Cause we ain’t getting nothing when them gates close

'Memba how I used to run around, I can get you head up on my say so

(Woah) I just wanna buy my mum a house

I know that it’s gon' be worth the wait, though

Why they hell you think I run around

‘Cause I been tryna stack up on my weight

Running up and down out on everythin'

I be chilling in the trap with my nigga, hella weed and a hella drink

And I ain’t gotta tell you what I’m doing, what I’m doing is irrelevant

Plus you know I’m shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence

And you know I’ve got the glove on in the crud, I ain’t leaving no evidence

And I bet you never know, I’m doing road when I pull looking innocent

If you touch me I can have you on your toes like a maniac, maniac

You already know it’s the top talk that we aiming at, aiming at

You know I put my girl on a pedestal

If you ever come to mine, you gon' run into my nine, man I’m telling you

Better miss me with that shit

Man I’m all about my bitch, she ain’t into you

‘Cause she know she similar to me, she ain’t down with no interviews

Ohh, ohh, ohh

Check the phone ringing that’s the cellular

Tryna' get a dollar, get a pound

‘Cause we ain’t getting nothing when them gates close

'Memba how I used to run around, I can get you head up on my say so

(Woah) I just wanna buy my mum a house

I know that it’s gon' be worth the wait, though

Why they hell you think I run around

‘Cause I been tryna stack up on my weight

Running up and down out on everythin'

I be chilling in the trap with my nigga, hella weed and a hella drink

And I ain’t gotta tell you what I’m doing, what I’m doing is irrelevant

Plus you know I’m shottin' on the low, the police have intelligence

And you know I’ve got the glove on in the crud, I ain’t leaving no evidence

And I bet you never know, I’m doing road when I pull looking innocent

If you touch me I can have you on your toes like a maniac, maniac

You already know, it’s the top that we aiming at, aiming at