Migos - Speaking Of The Devils And Angels Lyrics

Murda

Got a big boy Baguette, coulda shined harder together (Ice)
Bought a Lambo coupe 'cause the doors spray like a feather (Skrt, skrt)
Got the dough all green but it look off white like vanilla (Off-white)
Got two ho's, me and I'm squeezed between in the middle (Maybach)

Double R colored and I'm hoppin' out the back, umbrella (Skrt, skrt, hey)
My key stone, turned that into Maison Margiela (Woo, hey)
The Audemar grown, give it a little face in the middle (Woo, Audemar)
Holdin' my own, I could change the climate and the weather (Grr)

Is it my phone, speaking of the devil (Demons)
Angels around me, I'm keeping several (Angels)
That's the only thing I know, keep this together (Keep it)
I connect the phone, need three stacks like metals (Link, link)
Know a bad one in D.C. but she too federal (D.C.)

Money to Friday, had to do something, got racks on my schedule (Racks)
The molly, the percocets, she eat it up just like edibles (Eat it up)
And I don't see no competitors, shoot at the head of a predator
Any nigga want pressure, grab the tissue and watch how I bless 'em (Grr)

My blessing a vessel
The way I'm running this shit, it ain't healthy
We gotta move stealthy
Niggas been rich, now we tryna get wealthy (Ooh)
Every time you around, you keep taking it down
Tell me, "How this gon' help me?" (Ooh)

All stars got the gang gang, God on my phone (Gang)
Ran through all the calls, you finnesse him then it's gone
We the young niggas that's grabbin' the pistol and ran it, right at the throne (Grab it)
Say you want smoke and you know it's no problem
No Gabriel bringing it on (Bring it, hmm, yeah)
All blue dollar signs, bleeding on my palms (Yeah, yeah)
God keep giving me signs, so I write songs (Yeah)
Pull up in a suite and tie like I'm at prom (Suit, suit)
Who keeps calling my line? (Who? Who?)

Is it my phone, speaking of the devil (Demons)
Angels around me, I'm keeping several (Angels)
That's the only thing I know, keep this together (Keep it)
I connect the phone, need three stacks like metals (Link, link)
Know a bad one in D.C. but she too federal (D.C.)

Money too fried, had to do something, got racks on my schedule (Racks)
The molly, the percocets, she eat it up just like edibles (Eat it up)
And I don't see no competitors, shoot at the head of a predator
Any nigga want pressure, grab the tissue and watch how I bless 'em (Grr)

We gotta move stealthy
Niggas been rich, now we tryna get wealthy (Ooh)
Every time you around, you keep taking it down
Tell me, "How this gon' help me?" (Mhmmm)