Angelic Stunt Songtext

Fuckin' yo' bitch, you ain't have a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, you know we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' G-Fazos like Nike, Just do It
Got [?] on the beat and these niggas can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, bitch, yo' bitch want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you [?]
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip
[?] on the toilet if he talkin' shit

Baguettes they drippin’, rose gold tint
He can’t function, he too lit
I’m on my bitch and we too lit
I came with the squad like G-Unit
My bro [?], he got two sticks
25K, match this drip
[?] Lil Peep, GothBoiClique
Your bitch on my dick and she won't let me hit
Yeah, she said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up red like Blue's Clues
Fuckin' yo' bitch, you ain't have a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, you know we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' [?] pesos like Nike, Just do It
Got [?] on the beat and these niggas can't do this, at all
[?] bitch, yo' bitch want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you [?]
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip
[?] on the toilet if he talkin' shit

Run the whole gang, we run the whole race
Diamonds all colors, they ain't got no race
She off the Percy, she go outer space
Back up the flocko, hold it to his face
She eatin' a taco, [?] 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
Start from the bottom like I'm growin' crops
I got this drip, nigga, like a mop
She givin' me signs, nigga, had to stop beggin'
Angelic, you know the vibes
Don't want the pad, nigga, like a lock
Pull up to the party, nigga, gotta slide
[?] at the opps, shots to his face now
[?]
Yo bitch on me, uh, niggas they hatin' on me
[?]
[?]
On my body, I know you 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 niggas, I know that you hearin' us
[?], they don't wanna fear with us
That nigga a clown, he buyin' her everything
She rollin', she rollin', she roll off the ecstasy

Yeah, she said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up red like Blue's Clues
Fuckin' yo' bitch, you ain't have a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, you know we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' G-Fazos like Nike, Just do It
Got [?] on the beat and these niggas can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, bitch, yo' bitch want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you [?]
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip
[?] on the toilet if he talkin' shit

Do not trust too many niggas, too many niggas gon' switch
And I put that on me, none of these niggas
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
Niggas see me and I know gon' they stop, stare
I'm too angelic, you niggas can't compare
Angelican niggas, we come out of no where
Roll on them niggas, roll up like I'm [?]
Taking my flow, can I get my flow back?
[?] clip 'em, nigga got a toe-tag
Uppin' the Glock, nigga, like a punch track
No refunds you ain't getting you funds back
Broke nigga, and you sleep on a bunk-bed
I'm a kill you, boy, better not bump heads
Burnin' niggas, burn that nigga like a sunset
Ballin' on niggas, ballin' like it's [?]
Why are you talkin' nigga? 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 feelin's, yeah, I don't wanna play
Perc 30s, she can't feel her face
Pasto the Flocco, he shootin' his shot

Yeah, she said I'm angelic, baby, thought you knew?
Went to the cashier, total 402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm 22
Bro got twin Uzi's and a 22
Countin' up red like Blue's Clues
Fuckin' yo' bitch, you ain't even had a clue
That's my fault, thought you knew
You know we angelic, you know we 'bout to do it
I'm rockin' G-Fazos like Nike, Just do It
Got [?] on the beat and these niggas can't do this, at all
I'm seventeen, bitch, yo' bitch want a pic'
I know that you mad, I know you [?]
I got steady aim, I don't need a grip
My bitch got a fat ass, I don't got good grip
[?] on the toilet if he talkin' shit