FallenAngels lyrics

[Verse 1: Ethxrxxl]
[?] on my belt, b*tch, it's two-tone
You ain't gangster, don't throw up my gang signs
In that 'Tayga still living the same life
[?] sh*t, I'm the reason this ain't right
Said he want smoke and got killed in the night
Killed a n*gga, stabbed his bro with the same knife
n*ggas ain't 'bout it, she just wanna f*ck all on me 'cause I'm clouted
It only take one call to get violent, my n*ggas they killers, they violent
She g—take one call to get violent, my n*ggas they killers, they violent
It only take one call to get violent, my n*ggas thеy killers, they violent
Shе gag on the di*k then she ride it
Stab that boy in the neck when I smile, lil' b*tch
n*gga want s—n*gga want smoke, we gon' get his ass gone
n*gga want smoke, we gon' send his ass home
Call up Majin—Call up Majin, put a hole in your dome
She a sl*t, she keep on giving me dome—giving me dome
Ha, yeah—ha, yeah, and she is not stopping, sh*t, huh
Karate, b*tch, how we chopping shi—we chopping sh*t
Nick Cannon, wildin' out 'cause we wildin' b*tch
Told her, "Come over," tryna [?]
Tryna f*ck the b*tch then I'ma kick her ass out
If she on the bed arched up, tell her, "Get down"
I tell that b*tch I want mouth
Call a Uber, kick that b*tch out my house
Call a Uber, kick that b*tch out my home
7.62, it go straight to your dome
Kill a n*gga with my God damn mask on 'cause I'm tryna keep that sh*t low and unknown
[Verse 2: MajinBlxxdy]
I'm gon' slide with my bro, run a route
b*tch-ass n*gga, better watch your tone
Ride with some youngin's that's bad to the bone
On the road hittin' juggs, I can't pick up the phone
Beat your ass like Sylvester Stallone
Once we get the drop, we gon' slide to your home
I stay in the trap with some loose screws
Big MAC on me, b*tch, put up that deuce-deuce—deuce-deuce
Whole gang going schizo', going cuckoo
Feds, they be lurking, they watch me like HULU
[?] ran up the bag, they like, "Who knew?"
Ethxrxxl pop out the cut, he gon' shoot you
I'm servin' m—I'm serving my auntie, I feel like I'm Goonew
Droppin' off packs, b*tch, I feel like the mail man
How you be—how you be trappin'? You don't bring the scale in
He say he fight demons, we gon' give him hell then