Palm Angels in the Sky
C'mon, man
You all know what the fuck goin' on
YaDigg (that shit flexin', I'm good)
Young Pharaoh on the beat
Volume two nigga (oh, oh), young and turn
C'mon, ay
Pull up on the bros, leave the coupe runnin'
Just blew a hunnid on me, this a new hunnid (two hunnid)
Avianne textin' like he miss me, really?
White Prezi cost 50, buss down
It was for a couple, what you up now?
One-ten for a line, pour the cup out
CMG, the label so the 'Cat white
Fuck his BM and his sister, yeah, I'm that type
White gold, AP, that's my new bitch
Catch the speed on the East clutchin' two sticks
Ridin' 11s on the house, this for you Trick
Niggas always see me out, never do shit
Doggy bone too sick, call 'em M30
What you're gettin' 40, dog
30 for 30 in the air, I'm perfect
Real six inches, AP, two Birkins
We ran 'til the wheels fell off, or I'm curvin'
Never met a nigga like me, she nervous
A hunnid thousand in the red bag, Supreme
Young bad bitch, still I had the beans
Say her nigga tryin' to do it back to me
Too many racks around, I can't even flash the cheese
They don't want problems, on my momma I promise
Super Bowl, Montclair, nineteen products
Givenchy, shark hoodie, T-shirt, Rottweiler
I ain't into fashion, baby, I'm just into braggin'
A lotta bitches celebratin', actin' like they had 'em
I'm young and turnt, yeah, that's me
1400, these pants not cheap
I got the whole hood, but doggy, who got me?
Who got us?
We the boys, we the boys
Who got me?
Yeah
Prolly got a concert off six blunts
Ex, been in her feelings for like six months
Only bitch around, can't get fucked
She was still movin' around stuff when the Benz fucked
Doin' a hunnid down Mound dodging potholes
Put a one on a one with my eyes closed
Name another young nigga with two buss Cubans
Put a link on my dudes, nigga, fuck Cubans
Hit a lotta bad bitches and I fuck Cubans
Keep doggy bone with me 'til he wanna eat
'Coulda want a good bitch, only want a freak
We don't pay for pussy, every bitch go for free
I fuck a nigga auntie, I fuck a nigga niece
58 for the hoes, break it down in the Jeep
48 for the Gs, yeah, I left with my nigga Young
Stash mob for the trees while I fist with my son
Flame got shit 'fore I go and block a nigga
Oh, he fuckin' with a move? Come and top a nigga
13, hard and ain't got it rockin' with me
Yeah, I don't squash shit, I sock a nigga
Nah, for real, ain't no playin' with the pape'
Come in with the F, she's playin' with the Drac'
Ten Glock everything, playin' in the BAPE
Name another young nigga with three buss downs
You're a fool through the mail who just touched down
Couple hunnid on her nails, sit the fuck down
Yellin', "Free my Uncle Neal," 'til he come back
Broad day everything, and I don't want mans
Gotta be careful, dog, but, nah, fuck that
Four high speeds in the 'Cat, where the truck at?
I ain't never go and played a bitch with my buff sack
Couple chains on, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout the Patek
Highs for my momma, no sleep for my daddy
You ain't get shit lil' nigga if you ratted
Boys over everything, and we got it tatted
Tryna be my main thing, really, bitch, how?
'Cause you a turnt nigga, I was fuckin' with a child
Oh, we're done burn, niggas, everybody droppin' fire
15 for the plane, pyromaniacs in the sky
Ah
Nigga, prepare
You all know what the fuck goin' on
YaDigg (that shit flexin', I'm good)
Young Pharaoh on the beat
Volume two nigga (oh, oh), young and turn
C'mon, ay
Pull up on the bros, leave the coupe runnin'
Just blew a hunnid on me, this a new hunnid (two hunnid)
Avianne textin' like he miss me, really?
White Prezi cost 50, buss down
It was for a couple, what you up now?
One-ten for a line, pour the cup out
CMG, the label so the 'Cat white
Fuck his BM and his sister, yeah, I'm that type
White gold, AP, that's my new bitch
Catch the speed on the East clutchin' two sticks
Ridin' 11s on the house, this for you Trick
Niggas always see me out, never do shit
Doggy bone too sick, call 'em M30
What you're gettin' 40, dog
30 for 30 in the air, I'm perfect
Real six inches, AP, two Birkins
We ran 'til the wheels fell off, or I'm curvin'
Never met a nigga like me, she nervous
A hunnid thousand in the red bag, Supreme
Young bad bitch, still I had the beans
Say her nigga tryin' to do it back to me
Too many racks around, I can't even flash the cheese
They don't want problems, on my momma I promise
Super Bowl, Montclair, nineteen products
Givenchy, shark hoodie, T-shirt, Rottweiler
I ain't into fashion, baby, I'm just into braggin'
A lotta bitches celebratin', actin' like they had 'em
I'm young and turnt, yeah, that's me
1400, these pants not cheap
I got the whole hood, but doggy, who got me?
Who got us?
We the boys, we the boys
Who got me?
Yeah
Prolly got a concert off six blunts
Ex, been in her feelings for like six months
Only bitch around, can't get fucked
She was still movin' around stuff when the Benz fucked
Doin' a hunnid down Mound dodging potholes
Put a one on a one with my eyes closed
Name another young nigga with two buss Cubans
Put a link on my dudes, nigga, fuck Cubans
Hit a lotta bad bitches and I fuck Cubans
Keep doggy bone with me 'til he wanna eat
'Coulda want a good bitch, only want a freak
We don't pay for pussy, every bitch go for free
I fuck a nigga auntie, I fuck a nigga niece
58 for the hoes, break it down in the Jeep
48 for the Gs, yeah, I left with my nigga Young
Stash mob for the trees while I fist with my son
Flame got shit 'fore I go and block a nigga
Oh, he fuckin' with a move? Come and top a nigga
13, hard and ain't got it rockin' with me
Yeah, I don't squash shit, I sock a nigga
Nah, for real, ain't no playin' with the pape'
Come in with the F, she's playin' with the Drac'
Ten Glock everything, playin' in the BAPE
Name another young nigga with three buss downs
You're a fool through the mail who just touched down
Couple hunnid on her nails, sit the fuck down
Yellin', "Free my Uncle Neal," 'til he come back
Broad day everything, and I don't want mans
Gotta be careful, dog, but, nah, fuck that
Four high speeds in the 'Cat, where the truck at?
I ain't never go and played a bitch with my buff sack
Couple chains on, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout the Patek
Highs for my momma, no sleep for my daddy
You ain't get shit lil' nigga if you ratted
Boys over everything, and we got it tatted
Tryna be my main thing, really, bitch, how?
'Cause you a turnt nigga, I was fuckin' with a child
Oh, we're done burn, niggas, everybody droppin' fire
15 for the plane, pyromaniacs in the sky
Ah
Nigga, prepare
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Writer(s): Noah Sadiq Armstead, Dion Marquise Hayes, Flex
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