FallenAngels lyrics

[Intro]
Next day, **** was found dead
Police investigations underway for the cause of his death, but a drug overdose is expected
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[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 killеrs, they violent
She g—takе one call to get violent, my n*ggas they killers, they violent
It only take one call to get violent, my n*ggas they killers, they violent
She 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
Gang 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