TNT Txrch - Prod by Cetti Lyrics

I am angelic, you know how it go
Choppa gon send that lil boy to the Lord
We put that boy, put that boy on the floor
And these n***as talkin' down
We gon hit em in the nose like
Blowin' my phone I don't, ugh
Blowin' my phone I don't even reply
He was talkin' down we gon kill em on live
Man this bad ass bitch tryna suck my 9 like
N***a don't blow my high
I get so high that I think I could fly
He was talkin' down so I shot em in the eye
Gettin' too much green, man I feel like a chive
N***a talkin down we gon pull up on him, ugh
She wanna kiss on my, ugh
I got the Balmain mix it with the drip
N***a talkin' down we gon hit em in his lip
She blowin' my phone I don't even reply
Ballin' so hard yeah I feel like Kawhi
She tryna pull up and suck on my 9
I got the number number, (N)umber Nine
I told that boy to stop talkin' on gang
And that lil boy, no he can't hang
If a n***a talkin' down, we gon shoot em in your name
But that glock on my hip and that shit go bang like
Ugh, Ugh, Ugh
I am angelic you know how it go
I am angelic, ugh
I am angelic you know how it go