ANGELS AND DEMONS

[Intro]
[?] angels calling, would they know your name?
[?] angels falling, [?] your name

[Verse 1: OnPointLikeOP]
Pussy
Whole lotta money, lotta bad habits (Bang bang)
Glock in the sweats, so when it hit lay 'em like a mattress (Bah bah)
Turn 'em to a hashtag (What), put 'em in a caption (You know)
Sell 'em to the corner, hah, now he in a casket
Yeah I'm in the hood, know I'm fully active
Don't gotta say it, know I'm adaptive (Nah)
Put a beam on it, know a nigga love shit wit' attachments (Bah)
I'm the one she claim, know a young nigga really got baggage (Bang bang)
See I gotta have it, bitch I make it happen

[Verse 2: Ron Suno]
They give me the four but I cannot be stopped I bе runnin' through shit carryin' [?]
Won't [?] name off, really did a lot
I might slide with OP to catch anothеr opp'
Why they gonna hate? They never see the vision
Y'all with the gang, get caught with the picture
I'm making it hot in the middle, [?] gun to the top just to reach the ceilin'
Spend too much bands when I step in the store, in 2018 I was wearin' the Fendi
Now everywhere I be wearing the Gucci the sweater, it's part of my shit [?] Givenchy
I'm goin' dumb when I run through the city, your boyfriend evade me, he cannot get wit' me
I push the door when I hopped in the van, bet she let me fuck even though it's a ring

[Verse 3: Rah Swish]
Look
She know the [?] come with nine shots
I'm too used to drillin', but I'm tryna stop
[?] .45 let it kickbox
Bullet slap a nigga call him Chris Rock
Bitch I'm on the one [?]
I got what you want like I own the deli
Tote a big gun I be movin' heavy, I ain't even use it gotta pop the cherry
Niggas in the trenches movin' presidential, no you can't hang you ain't got credentials
I'ma make it rain, let it catch the drizzle
She got new [?], put 'em [?] (Treesha)
Lettin' the big dog out the kennel
See me winnin' and they hate that
Shit it don't mean it's the payback
You a feen, nigga say that

[Verse 4: DUSTY LOCANE]
I got an angel on the right shoulder and demon on the left
You could be cool wit' me, there ain't no foolin' me, I gotta focus on the check
I said fuck school and them teachers, like put me to the test
Ain't no recruitin' me, [?] the [?] gang, and I put that on the set
Look, stay safe 'cause you niggas ain't dangerous
You ain't down wit' the gang, can't hang wit' us
And we put ten chops in the whip, I ain't never gon' split, I can show you what's pain to us
I gotta get it, no waitin'
Either give it or my niggas take it
When I miss, you gotta have patience
Up the .40 he turn to a patient

[Outro]
Fever
[?] angels fallin'