Fallen Angels
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Aye Aye Aye
And please don't say goodbye, girl I'm still in love with you
If you pick that guy, promise he gone die with two
Bullets through the rearview
I ain't suicidal, but you know I'll die for you
Aye Aye Aye
And yo girl calls me papi
Nobody can stop me
She said I'm too cocky
Cuz I beat these beats like rocky
She tried to cockblock me
But I shot my shot like hockey
Got bodies on bodies
Cuz I'm off the molly
Don't blame me, when I come thru and come take your boo
From the 414 to the 312 I think my fan base grew
She's looking at me, not looking at you why don't you get a clue
That choppas on me and it's aimed at you, ain't that a pretty view
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Aye Aye Aye
So what the fuck you mean, yeah I'm off a bean
Crushing them pills and putting them in codeine
I'm rolling up the green like a veggie wrap
I'm making niggas disappear just like a Thanos snap
Once I hit a lick you know it's mine you cannot have it back
Mark the tally
Yo girl been ran through so much it's like throwing a hot dog down an alley
You bet not go out sadly
You might end up like Chris Lashley
They say they don't know who that is, I say exactly
That shit will end badly, aye
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Aye Aye Aye
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Aye Aye Aye
And please don't say goodbye, girl I'm still in love with you
If you pick that guy, promise he gone die with two
Bullets through the rearview
I ain't suicidal, but you know I'll die for you
Aye Aye Aye
And yo girl calls me papi
Nobody can stop me
She said I'm too cocky
Cuz I beat these beats like rocky
She tried to cockblock me
But I shot my shot like hockey
Got bodies on bodies
Cuz I'm off the molly
Don't blame me, when I come thru and come take your boo
From the 414 to the 312 I think my fan base grew
She's looking at me, not looking at you why don't you get a clue
That choppas on me and it's aimed at you, ain't that a pretty view
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Aye Aye Aye
So what the fuck you mean, yeah I'm off a bean
Crushing them pills and putting them in codeine
I'm rolling up the green like a veggie wrap
I'm making niggas disappear just like a Thanos snap
Once I hit a lick you know it's mine you cannot have it back
Mark the tally
Yo girl been ran through so much it's like throwing a hot dog down an alley
You bet not go out sadly
You might end up like Chris Lashley
They say they don't know who that is, I say exactly
That shit will end badly, aye
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Nigga once you hear that TipToe you better get low
Cuz my shooters move into silence, suppressing pistols
Hope you keep a loaded 44 under the pillow
Or your wife will be a widow, heaven's crescendo
Aye Aye Aye
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Writer(s): Laron Perine
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