ANGELS AND DEMONS

Lyrics

[Intro] If you hear them angels calling, would they know your name? If you see them angels falling, would demons call 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 bah) I'm the one she claim, know a young nigga really got baggage (Bang bang) See I gotta have it (Hah), bitch I make it happen [Verse 2: Ron Suno] They give mе the four, but I cannot be stopped, I bе runnin' through shit carryin' the knocks Won't [?] name off, I really did a lot I might slide with OP to catch another opp' Why they gon' hate? They never see the vision Y'all with the gang, get caught with the picture I'm make it hot in the middle, with a 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, it's 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 heater come with nine shots (Bah) I'm too used to drillin', but I'm tryna stop Little .45, let it kickbox Bullet slap a nigga, call him Chris Rock (Woo) 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 (Brr) 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 (Kennel) See me winnin' and they hate that (Hate that) Shit it don't mean it's the payback (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 (Check) I said fuck school and them teachers (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' (No waitin') Either give it or my niggas take it (Take it) When I miss it, you gotta have patience (Patience) Up the .40 he turn to a patient [Outro] Fever Grr, grr