​​angels lyrics

[intro]

Taxpurposes

[Chorus: playwithguns]

Angels on my phone, get me higher than i've ever been
Triple 2 heavenboys, yeah you know we heaven sent
That's my lil baby i might cop that b*tch a fendi dress
Walking out the store and i'm looking so elegant

[line: lil shine]

(yeah, aye)
Pradas on my feet, and you know i spent your rent again

[line: playwithguns]

At the hotel w/ your hoe and we're checking in

[line: lil shine]

I got racks in my mcqueens, your b*tch left you on read again

(keep calling me, keep calling)
[verse: playwithguns]

At the trap house and we counting dead presidents
I stand for the youth, yeah that's what i represent
Still f*cked up cause i can't believe you said that sh*t

(keep calling me, keep calling)

[verse: lil shine]

Yeah i'm f*cking on this b*tch, i don't even need tho
And he was talking sh*t, told him look up in the mirror
Yeah i be counting racks, you be counting zeros
Shawty she a fan, she be saying i'm her hero

[verse: playwithguns]

Yeah ecstasy on me, yeah imma split it with your b*tch
f*cked up man, yeah the opioids they got me sick
I need me a girl who gon stay w/ me thru it
Baby you and me we can count hella blue strips
We can take some shrooms and we'll go to the movies
Come to my place, we can f*ck or just cool it
You can use me just don't let me feel useless

(keep calling me, keep calling)
[Chorus: playwithguns]

Angels on my phone, get me higher than i've ever been
Triple 2 heavenboys, yeah you know we heaven sent
That's my lil baby i might cop that b*tch a fendi dress
Walking out the store and i'm looking so elegant