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 f*ck 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 f*ck her until she's numb

Why the lil b***h in her feelings?

OG Mac been in the (?)

She spin on my d**k like a frisbee

Heard you f****d 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 p***y 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 f*ck you think?

Tell a papi how I read em

If they don't join us, we gone beat em

Couple thoughts locked away

Young n***a 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 f*ck they never tame him?

Murder murder murder, barely blame him (Mhmm, yeah yeah)

I got angels with devilish features

Harpies geeking (?), often chasing profit

I got anger problems, I