Churches

[Verse 1] I got angels with devilish features Harpies geekin on narcotics, coughin coughin Backed this dress so I can nut on her spine Super squirrely, she got nut on her mind Want to fuck me just a couple of times Pitter patter, why you driving round' here? You know the way it go Fuck you mean, "take it slow"? You know I can't waste a minute Seconds adding to the sentence I just fuck her until she's numb Why the lil bitch in her feelings? OG Mac been in the (?) She spin on my dick like a frisbee Heard you fucked her for the digits I'm just food for her soul She come to Mac, get replenished (Mhmm) Pretty picture painter with my pride Pretty pussy got a winning smile And I did it right, working, damn I'm loud Niggas quiet cuz we making noise Golden boy, Oscar or a Floyd Holy shit, we in the field I'm in this lootin like I'm Sly Cooper Ratchet with me, make a clank What the fuck you think? Tell a papi how I read em If they don't join us, we gone beat em Couple thoughts locked away Young nigga freedom, Young black Jesus Making profit preaching wisdom to sinners Begin to ending, both like Christmas Young and gifted, money's major Make em love me with my anger Every song another banger Why the fuck they never tame him? Murder murder murder, barely blame him (Mhmm, yeah yeah) [Hook] (x2) I got angels with devilish features Harpies geeking (?), often chasing profit I got anger problems, I be squeaking But everyday is like the weekend Mhmm, yeah yeah (x4)