Angeli
Qui sunt sine di
Fili, fratres, vita Fili per familia
Abeamus te Dicalamus te
Homini Plurimi
De Angeli De ti
Amor ta Liberta

Yeah bounce Yeah bounce.

Hold up like where they at,
Me and bro coasting in the front they're in the back,
Give them what they what pulling stunts like Men in Black,
‘Bout to make it jump turn it up where the volume at?
We got it yeah we got it,
And you know we got them hits that make ya.

Head bounce,
Yeah you know we got them hits to make ya head bounce,
We keep it G we feed the streets and get the bread out,
We keep it G we feed the streets and get the bread out,
We on they head now!

Uh Like their they go,
Pull up at the stop and the top like where it go,
We about to drop on they block and lock the show,
We them boys hotter than a pot of stolen gold yeah,
We ridin we ridin deep no doubt about it we got the we got the keys,
A problem baby,
We shine cause we grind on beats,
We pulling up like heroes to supply the streets you know we got it,
Yeah we got it,
And you know we got them hits make ya.

Head bounce,
Yeah you know we got them hits to make ya head bounce,
We keep it G we feed the streets and get the bread out,
We keep it G we feed the streets and get the bread out,
We on they head now!