Angel Dust

[Intro]
Huh?
Phew

[Chorus]
These niggas fake crazy smokin' angel dust (Pussy ass niggas)
If you don't got sticks then you can't hang with us
I'm givin' up Pepto and the Tuss'
I'm waitin' for smoke like you threw the bus
These niggas be rap niggas, Ludacris
I did so much dirt, I don't know who to trust
Aye, opps wanna catch me so bad like Candice
That nigga bread where his hand is
What? I'm mad as fuck, I know he can't stand this
I'm wearin' snakes for some sandals, yeah
I ain't Waldo, it ain't hard to find
All my niggas in here got a homi'
Undercover not no Abercrombie
When I'm in the cut, niggas fast like Ghandhi

[Verse]
Aye, what?
Press a nigga like command
Option with the MAC
I was in Melrose, niggas ain't do jack
I got yo' bеst steppers on a shoe rack
Yеah, what? Walk with a stick like I ain't involved
Walk with a desi' on the revolve'
All black like we startin' a cult
That ain't spice, nigga, that's pepper and salt
I got Dior cologne, this ain't Axe
I got some shit you can't find at Saks
What? Mama said, "Boy, stop doing them blacks"
Mask on, til' this day, I ain't get the vax'
I got the Undercover, not no Slacks
I do my dirt then I hide the tracks
Yeah, Louie pouch can't fit all these bands (Boy, fuck you, nigga)
I got real shooters, you can look up they stats (Fuck you, nigga)