Mommy's Angel

Well, oh, I can't be my mommy angel cause I still coat with demons

So I've been talking to my lil bro asking where the lean is

Four or five up in the two liter, lil bro say I'm fiending

I got dreams of being in codeine rodeos, I love to geeking

I've been staying chill like where my gun, I need to turn it up

You can bring your glock but when I up my shit you out of luck

If I ain't got my gun, I got my knife, I'm trying to slash you up

You might be NHG cause ain't no hospital to pick you up

And the boys don't chill cause if you lock in, you out of luck

Make a woman squeal cause if I run fast, she'll give it up