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[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Gang
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Dee B got that heat
Angelic, angelic, angelic
They ain't like this, on God
Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
She said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm twenty-two
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up bread like Blue's Clues
Fuckin' your bitch, you ain't have a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, yeah, we 'bout to do it (Dee B got that heat)
I'm rockin' G-Fazo's like Nike, just do it
Gotta sing on the beat and these n***as can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, bitch, your bitch want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you jealous
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip
VV's on the toilet if he talkin' shit
[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
Baguettes, they drippin', rose gold tint
He can't function, he too lit
I'm with my bitch and we too lit
I came with the squad like G-Unit
My bro in the bin, he got two sticks
Too fly, can't match this drip
Feel like Lil Peep, GothBoiClique
Your bitch on my dick and she won't let me hit
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
She said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm twenty-two
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up bread like Blue's Clues
Fuckin' your bitch, you ain't have a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, yeah, we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' G-Fazo's like Nike, just do it
Gotta sing on the beat and these n***as can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, bitch, your bitch want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you jealous
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip
VV's on the toilet if he talkin' shit
[Verse 2: Pasto Flocco]
Run the whole gang, we run the whole race
Diamonds different colors, they ain't got no race
She off the Perky, she go outer space
Back up the Flocko, bullets hit his face
She eatin' a taco, beef up in her mouth
I can never, ever love on a thot
He got a grip but he never gon' pop
Harry gon' pull up, you know he gon' pop (Dee B got that heat)
Start from the bottom like I'm growin' crops
I got the drip, n***a, like a mop
She givin' me signs, n***a, had to stop
Big angelic, you know all the vibes
Throw the pass n***a like a lob
Pull up to the party, n***a, gotta slide
Flockin' at the opps, yeah
Shots to his face now, he seein' all the stars
His bitch with me, uh, n***as they hatin' on me
Oh, that bitch, you know she wanna leave
Blast a n***a [?]
Bitch, she playin' with my [?]
Heat it up, head it up, my [?]
Boot it up, boot it up
All on my body, you know that she feelin' me
Shawty was bad, but no, I'm not feelin' her
Hop in a Jag', Fast and Furious
These bitches wack, mad and delirious
We beefin' with n***as, I know that you hearin' us
I sit behind, they don't wanna fear with us
That n***a a clown, he buyin' her everything
She on my dick, why he brought her a wedding ring?
She [?] n***as, she know she give head to me
She rollin', she rollin', she roll off the ecstasy
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
She said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm twenty-two
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up bread like Blue's Clues
Fuckin' your bitch, you ain't have a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, yeah, we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' G-Fazo's like Nike, just do it
Gotta sing on the beat and these n***as can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, bitch, your bitch want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you jealous
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip
VV's on the toilet if he talkin' shit
[Verse 3: Lil Tecca & Pasto Flocco]
Do not trust too many n***as, too many n***as gon' switch
Switch, switch, switch, switch
And I put that on me, none of these n***as, they can't do it like this
This, this, this, this
Runnin', you don't want that, Glock gon' cock back
Now you an opp pack, can't even clap back
Can't even stop, yeah, I'm at the top, yeah
Feel like Blueface 'cause I got the mop, yeah
N***as see me and I know gon' they stop, stare
I'm too angelic, these n***as can't compare
Angelican n***as, we come out of no where
Roll on them n***as, roll up like I'm [?] (Dee B got that heat)
Taking my flows, can I get my flow back?
Spot 'em, we clip 'em, n***a got a toe-tag
Uppin' the Glock, n***a, like a punk track
No refunds, you ain't getting you funds back
Broke n***a, then you sleep on a bunk-bed
I'ma kill you, boy, we better not bump heads
Burnin' n***as, burn that boy like a sunset
Ballin' on n***as, ballin' like it's Sunset
Why are you talkin', n***a, are you laced?
I'm goin' up, can't keep the pace
Bustin' the racks, put 'em in the safe
I used to be stuck in my old ways
Now I just gotta get to the cake
Hurt feelings, yeah, I don't wanna play
Perc 30, she can't feel her face
Pasto the Flocco, he shootin' his shot
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
She said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm twenty-two
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up bread like Blue's Clues
Fuckin' your bitch, you ain't have a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, yeah, we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' G-Fazo's like Nike, just do it
Gotta sing on the beat and these n***as can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, bitch, your bitch want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you jealous
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip
VV's on the toilet if he talkin' shit
