OG Maco - Churches lyrics

[Verse:] I got angels with devilish features Harpies geekin on narcotics, coughin coughin Backed this dress so I can nut on her spine Super squirrely, she got nut on her mind Want to f** me just a couple of times Pitter patter, why you driving round' here? You know the way it go f** you mean, "take it slow"? You know I can't waste a minute Seconds adding to the sentence I just f** her until she's numb Why the lil b**h in her feelings? OG Mac been in the [?] She spin on my dick like a frisbee Heard you f**ed her for the digits I'm just food for her soul She come to Mac, get replenished (Mhmm) Pretty picture painter with my pride Pretty p**y got a winning smile And I did it right, working, damn I'm loud n***as quiet cause we making noise Golden boy, Oscar or a Floyd Holy sh**, we in the field I'm in this lootin like I'm Sly Cooper Ratchet with me, make a clank What the f** you think? Tell a papi how I read em If they don't join us, we gone beat em Couple thoughts locked away Young n***a freedom, Young black Jesus Making profit preaching wisdom to sinners Begin to ending, both like Christmas Young and gifted, money's major Make em love me with my anger Every song another banger Why the f** they never tame him? Murder murder murder, barely blame him (Mhmm, yeah yeah) [Hook x2:] I got angels with devilish features Harpies geeking [?], often chasing profit I got anger problems, I be squeaking But everyday is like the weekend Mhmm, yeah yeah [x4]