[Intro]
(Angel Heaven Sent)

[Chorus]
Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that
Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that
Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that
Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that
Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that
Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that
Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that
Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that

[Verse 1]
GM-522, stick hangin' out
I'm the reason lil' bro ain't gon' take you out
Bullets hot, know how I feel, but I don't think you do
I'm the reason young n***as wanna crash they coupe
Everybody rides by choppers and they ain't got no choppers
I'm bouncin' out with baby chopstick like did shotas
We get mad and drop bodies, so, n***a, keep your distance
My chain expensive, yours cheap, so our chain's different
If a bitch is usually impressed, that is not my type
Nowadays, bitch fucks n***as that ain't got no stripes
I ain't trickin', I just blow bags on pretty bitches
If your bitch see me, then I'm leavin' with her
It's high-powered rapper weed inside this leaf
N***as hang their jersey up when there wasn't no beef
I got rich written across my knuckles
Thumbin' so much money, have me feel untouchable
[Chorus]
Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that
Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that
Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that
Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that
Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that
Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that
Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that
Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that

[Verse 2]
I might show a lil' love, but I don't trust a thing
I'ma walk up when I shoot, so I don't need a beam
Bad bitch, I'll pay to get her body done
Bitch can't play in my face 'cause I'm far from dumb
If you really want a low-tier, cleats up
'Cause I was taught if you don't grind, you don't eat nonthin'
Anytime you see me out, I got thousands on me
I'll creep down your street and man down your homie
N***as went broke and they gon' stay broke
Even my bitch got a gun and a bankroll
N***as grown-ass men never had a bag
Livin' off his bitch, type of shit is that?

[Chorus]
Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that
Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that
Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that
Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that
Ain't gotta tell me I'm a trophy, I know that
Ain't gotta tell me who they mimic, I know that
Without a question, I'm a baller, she know that
Gotta fuck with me to get poppin', he know that