Chetta - Angola lyrics

Dropping my sip on the soda
Live like a soulja
Ride through the nolia, hop out that Rover
Clutching the toner
Something inside that strap by the shoulder
Kushy the odor raw for the roll up
Wilding I think I'ma need to go sober
Xan in my cola, fuck what they told ya
Doing too much got your feelings all over
Hate me so much and I'm just being me
Never be you what you want me to be
Pull up be stunting so perfectly
I need that currency urgently
All my life you don't worry me
On my life I got what you need
All my life you don't worry me
On my life I got what you need, hol' up
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)

Boot up I feel like
Magnolia, hunnit my holster
Grip on the toaster
Rest in peace soulja, fuck all you posers
Moving in silence, make 'em fall over
Keys to the Rover, lean in my folgers
Wilding, I think I'ma need to go sober
Ice like the polar, word that I'm coler
Heard that you selling yourself for exposure
Heard that I'm good on my
Own - that's just me
Be everything, they don't want you to be
Know that they hating so purposely
I'm tryna ball for eternity
On my life I got what you need
All my life you don't worry me
On my life I got what you need
All my life you don't worry me
On my life I got what you need, hol' up

I'm the number one stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what the number one stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what
James Bond, Jackie Chan
And that bitch MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley's
And Prowlers i'm the number one stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what the number one stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what