Demons & Angels (Remix)

[Intro: Quavo]
M-M-M-Murda
Mmm-mmm

[Verse 1: Lewxs]
Gotta brand new coupe then I fuck on a brand new hoe (Brand new hoe)
I might ice out her wrist with the watch with the inside gold (Iced out gold)
I might put her in a coupe and then she go (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then we trap out the bando with the gang and Quavo (Quavo, yeah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Got a big boy Baguette, coulda shined harder together (Ice)
Bought a Lambo coupe 'cause the doors spread like a feather (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got the dough all clean but it look off white like vanilla (Off-white)
Got two ho's, me and I'm squeezed between in the middle (Hmm-hmm)

[Verse 3: Lewxs & Quavo]
Too many bitches, they wantin' me, I might go fuck on your Mrs. (Hmm-hmm)
Me and my gang, we ridin' around in a Sprinter (Hmm-hmm)
Sayin' you got the diamonds but I all I really see is some glitter (No ice)
I might fuck on your friend and maybe your sister (Your what?)

[Verse 4: Offset & Quavo]
(Offset)
Double R colored and I'm hoppin' out the back, umbrella (Skrrt, skrrt, colored)
My key stone, turned that into Maison Margiela (Woo, yeah)
The Audemar grown, baguettes in the face and in the leather (Woo, Audemar)
Holdin' my own, I could change the climate and the weather (Grr)

[Chorus: Offset, Travis Scott , Takeoff & Quavo]
Answer my phone, speaking of the devil (Demons)
Angels around me, I'm keeping several (Angels)
That's the only thing I know, keep this together (Keep it)
I connect the bottom link, need stacks like medals (Link, link)
Know a bad one in D.C. but she too federal (D.C.)
Monday through Friday, through Sunday, got racks on my schedule (Racks)
The molly, the percocets, she eat it up like a edible (Eat it up)
And I don't see no competitors, shoot at the head of a predator

[Post-Chorus: Takeoff, Travis Scott & Quavo]
Any nigga want pressure, grab the tissue and watch how I bless 'em (Grrow)
My blessing a vessel
The way I'm running this shit, it ain't healthy
We gotta move stealthy
Niggas been rich, now we tryna get wealthy (Move)
Every time you around, you keep taking it down
Tell me, "How this gon' help me?" (Uh)

[Verse 5: Quavo & Lewxs]
All stars got the gang gang, God on my phone (Gang)
Ran through all the checks, you gotta finnese it, then it's gone (Gotta finnese)
We the young niggas that's grabbin' the pistol and ran it, right at the throne (Grab it)
If you say you want smoke then you know it's no problem 'cause Quavo be bringin' it home (Bring it, hmm-hmm)
All blue dollar signs, bleeding my palms (Hmm-hmm)
I know you're home so baby why don't you just pick up the phone? (Pick up the phone, hmm-hmm)
Pull up with a suit and tie like I'm at prom (Suit, suit)
Who keeps calling my line, oh? (Who? Who? Grrt)

[Chorus: Offset, Travis Scott , Takeoff & Quavo]
Answer my phone, speaking of the devil (Speaking)
Angels around me, I'm keeping several (Angels)
That's the only thing I know, keep this together (Keep it, keep it)
I connect the bottom link, need stacks like medals (Link)
Know a bad one in D.C. but she too federal (D.C.)
Monday through Friday, through Sunday, got racks on my schedule (Racks)
The molly, the percocets, she eat it up like a edible (Molly)
And I don't see no competitors, shoot at the head of a predator (Predator)

[Post-Chorus: Takeoff, Travis Scott & Quavo]
Any nigga want pressure, grab the tissue and watch how I bless 'em (Pressure)
My blessing a vessel (Woo, woo)
The way I'm running this shit, it ain't healthy
We gotta move stealthy
Niggas been rich, now we tryna get wealthy (Move)
Every time you around, you keep taking it down
Tell me, "How this gon' help me?" (Uh)