Angelic America

[Chorus 1:]
Yeah, Pasto Flocco yeah
Mind on the money nigga gotta stay focused (hehe)
Niggas they startin' to change, they gon' notice
I am angelic I'm chosen
On my way to the bag, yeah I'm focused
Angelic nigga yeah I'm paintin' the way
All you other niggas is bogus
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus 2:]
I always knew you was a thot, I had to leave
I was losing my mind
Take all my feelings, I put em in my rhymes
Shawty be wylin' like that typa time?
Yeah, I don't got no feelings
Let the temperature drop
I be dripping so much, where the fuck is the mop?
With the same gang, with my brothers the mob
Shawty so dayroom I told her to stop

[Chorus 3:]
Angelic America, you know that she feelin' the wave
I gotta keep it a 'hunnid, oh brodie don't take that that way
Talk down on the gang, we addin' a K
Say what's your name? Tell that boy "Tay"
A lot of you niggas just copy and hate
In an orange room

[Verse 1:]
I'm an angel, I'm a superstar
I pray to God, I just want to go far
Niggas they hate in the comments, I don't give a fuck if that's part of the style
Shawty be playin' with me, she playin' with me, she play my heart
8th grade got my first real girl friend and she broke my heart
Now I'm 16 with a whole lot of money
21 Savage don't got no heart
Shoutout my day one niggas, was you fuckin' with me from the start?
You know that [?] with my father he [?]

[Chorus 3:]
Angelic America, you know that she feelin' the wave
I gotta keep it a 'hunnid, oh brodie don't take that that way
Talk down on the gang, we addin' a K
Say what's your name? Tell that boy "Tay"
A lot of you niggas just copy and hate
In an orange room

[Chorus 2:]
Pasto Flocco yeah
I always knew you was a thot, I had to leave
I was losing my mind
Take all my feelings, I put em in my rhymes
Shawty be wylin' like that typa time?
Yeah, I don't got no feelings
Let the temperature drop
I be dripping so much, where the fuck is the mop?
With the same gang, with my brothers the mob

[Chorus 1:]
Pasto Flocco yeah
Mind on the money nigga gotta stay focused
Niggas they startin' to change, they gon' notice
I am angelic I'm chosen
On my way to the bag, yeah I'm focused
Angelic nigga yeah I'm paintin' the way
All you other niggas is bogus
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus 2:]
I always knew you was a thot, I had to leave
I was losing my mind
Take all my feelings, I put em in my rhymes
Shawty be wylin' like that typa time?
Yeah, I don't got no feelings
Let the temperature drop
I be dripping so much, where the fuck is the mop?
With the same gang, with my brothers the mob
Shawty so dayroom I told her to stop

[Chorus 3:]
Angelic America, you know that she feelin' the wave
I gotta keep it a 'hunnid, oh brodie don't take that that way
Talk down on the gang, we addin' a K
Oh brodie don't take that that way
Talk down on the gang, we addin' a K
She say what's your name? Tell her "Tay"