2K - Soul Glo, Archangel

I don’t get these niggas saying that they looking for love

If you out here catching feelings, cool, but I’m backing up

I’m just playin' but a nigga know what he dreaming of

Nigga that’s cheeks, free them like Meek, I need them on me, whassup?

I need that ass, nigga, ain’t no other way to get the point across

You can skip me and grip that loss but my stroke better than Bob Ross

I need that ass, baby, let me beat both at night and in the morning

Sunrise nut is so important and your stank ass breath done made me horny

The nigga in me is me

Songs To Yeet, Soul Glo 3 peat

Lasting this long, shit’s a feat

It’s much harder when you wanna do it properly

Nigga, I’m a plug for the scene

Pop out with the PGW, know I mean?

Pop out with a stinky pocket for quick cheese

Make a fast 40 around the corner, my nigga, please

Archangel

Doin' estrogen in the back of a Chick-Fil-A

Ain’t know the weather but I know I want some dick today

She ask me how I shake it and I told her automatic

Then he broke my back, call that stroke chiropractic

Black superhero hair twist, bitch, I’m Static

Slap a politician, now he say he democratic

Uh, shock to your head and your system

Don’t it shine?

Don’t it glisten?

Evil laugh I’m a villain

Hahahahahahahaha

My mans Moneynicca ate some ass in a cornfield

Or was it pumpkins?

Fuck it, dog, it’s the same deal

Told this nigga how I got my whole damn life changed

Fucked in a Trader Joe’s and gave my nigga good brain

They asked me who to choke and I said yours truly

Always keep it strapped and I ain’t talkin' bout a toolie

Bitch, I’m 23, take 11, I put 12 in a tree

Lynch mob shit, bitch I’m cra-

You ever fuck in the back of a U-Haul

In the early fall, Super Smash Brothers Brawl?

I beat it up, back shots and all

Making shordy have to crawl to the window to the wall

I need that mothafuckin' ass, nigga

I’ll make our stranger status something of the past, nigga

I ain’t afraid of the taste of the crack, nigga

I’ll show you everyone you fucked is fuckin' wack, nigga

I need the mothafuckin' ass, shordy

I’ll make you wonder if a nigga took a class, shordy

I’ll leave you feeling like a bath with some hash, shordy

You’ll hit your ex just to tell them they was trash, shordy

My nigga Angel with a foot on every neck

Her ride wait outside while she making niggas beg

She told me she got bopped off in a gift shop

And I ain’t seen nobody look as good in a crop top

You could say she gave Richmond Ice Cream

You could say she obsessed with a pipe dream

You could say she obsessed with a pipe dream

And we both obsessed with that pipe dream

And we both obsessed with that pipe…