Sinful Angels

Woo, fuck
We on that trap shit now

Been thinking 'bout my past
The Creator at full blast
Tron Cat is in the back getting money, all this cash
Spend it super fast, I got high and now I'm glad
On some weed and coke and ash
All the lighters in the back
Hopin' it's enough to drag
If I die? Just try to leave me in the past, aye

I don't fold like tortilla, I'm just tryna get a re-up
I don't wanna do a feature unless HT gonna break up
Want some fucking marijuana, drama I want nada
Hot like shauna, Superbad momma
That's a double-entendre, virgin like Madonna
Wanna get big enough say "get off my dick"
When I give you a kiss, hope you see the lipstick
Out all night getting high off the nic
Out all day get a little risqué
Trust that I ain't earnest, no Hemingway
"No fucking way, what he just say?"
Move bitch, get out the way
Tight like hallways, smoked out always
Sound like shit but on my André
Vs. the People, on my Kanye
Coming Home like I'm Beyoncé

We're back again, teaching young how to sin
We got some changes in our lives but we still the same men
Stayin out late at night got some vampires creeping
After Hours like The Weeknd
Blinding lights, we stay schemin
I'm a Starboy and I crave your attention
A midnight mission
HT's back and we ain't missing
Fuck your opinions

It's sinful and it's painful when I'm talking to my angels
I'm hearing left to right and it's just hard to find the angle
Redoing verses so I ain't just on a ramble
I'll hand it to my homie cause this shit I just can't handle

Gettin' lit like a candle
Got a pack of camels
And we canceled cancel
Nic addict my handle, yah

Bandit shit, we emit
Only pay with counterfeit
We disobey your government
So fuck y'all cops we killing pigs
Bandit shit, we emit
Only pay with counterfeit
We disobey your government
So once again we back in this bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Radcliff
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