Kurt Angle

(Marco)

That nigga not gang, he false claiming

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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're watchin' Shameless

The spot got more traffic than LA, that bitch bangin'

I know you want me to say your 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 Kango

When I see haters I just tell 'em "Hi", I feel like Maino

Everything that me and yo' bitch do, be X-Rated

She wanna drive the boat but I'm a 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

Don't kiss that bitch, she suckin' and don't spit it out

Fans ran up lookin' crazy, damn near blicked 'em down

I don't care if that statement from the '80s, ain't no snitch allowed

Everything I say, nigga, I stand on it

Mr. 50s, 20s geeked, he got a band on 'em

That nigga gon' lose his life if he put his hands on me

We had him in Fendy with Saran 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