Palm Trees
All that bullshit that you're talking is beyond me
I know you have a number should've called me
In daygo we bury bodies under palm trees
Im waking up early to serve them zombies
She don't look bad without makeup
I still won't take these hoes shopping
A y'all been capping since day one
That shit don't get exhausting
We got guns and roses hoes with the mostest
The dope is the coldest
Sweet child of mine is overdosing
Welcome to the jungle where we rock the mussel before this Covid
Mask on our face
So when we got away you wouldn't notice
RIP Nipsey this marathon is going keep going
Even if the engine is broken
No TMZ but I'm pushing Lindsay Lohan up out of a Ford focus
What a baby trying to get a violation
I pulled by myself because I don't like conversation
I don't need help during any confrontation
I don't need a codefendant that's just more complications
I don't need a bitch I learned how to be happy with masturbation
Hit a bitch raw that's another plan B taken
I'm a big dog and I aint barking through them cages
Instagram face to face you won't say shit
No diamonds on my wrist no watch to match
I' be on my shit while they sit on crap
If I shoot to miss then I double back
Get up off of my dick I don't even rap
I don't need your attention when I'm about to crash
Catching some Z's like Randy moss's hands
Focused on being fly but you ain't Trippin on where you land
Only thing dripping is my kids up out your mamas ass
And I should pay attention to where I am at
As if it's not too expensive to have to state the facts
I'm talking so much shit and I don't even have my strap
I hid it at the homie's house while he was on vacation
Smooth sailing pink Petrone tasting
AK that's my bro no relation
Nick Cahill got the polls yeah he spray shit
Just kidding
All that bullshit that you're talking you know that's beyond me
Hold up bitch I got to drop you the beagle just called me
In daygo we bury bodies under palm trees
I wake up in the morning to serve
All that bullshit that you're talking is beyond me
I know you have a number should've called me
In daygo we bury bodies under palm trees
Im waking up early to serve them zombies
She don't look bad without makeup
I still won't take em shopping
A y'all been capping since day one
That shit don't get exhausting
I know you have a number should've called me
In daygo we bury bodies under palm trees
Im waking up early to serve them zombies
She don't look bad without makeup
I still won't take these hoes shopping
A y'all been capping since day one
That shit don't get exhausting
We got guns and roses hoes with the mostest
The dope is the coldest
Sweet child of mine is overdosing
Welcome to the jungle where we rock the mussel before this Covid
Mask on our face
So when we got away you wouldn't notice
RIP Nipsey this marathon is going keep going
Even if the engine is broken
No TMZ but I'm pushing Lindsay Lohan up out of a Ford focus
What a baby trying to get a violation
I pulled by myself because I don't like conversation
I don't need help during any confrontation
I don't need a codefendant that's just more complications
I don't need a bitch I learned how to be happy with masturbation
Hit a bitch raw that's another plan B taken
I'm a big dog and I aint barking through them cages
Instagram face to face you won't say shit
No diamonds on my wrist no watch to match
I' be on my shit while they sit on crap
If I shoot to miss then I double back
Get up off of my dick I don't even rap
I don't need your attention when I'm about to crash
Catching some Z's like Randy moss's hands
Focused on being fly but you ain't Trippin on where you land
Only thing dripping is my kids up out your mamas ass
And I should pay attention to where I am at
As if it's not too expensive to have to state the facts
I'm talking so much shit and I don't even have my strap
I hid it at the homie's house while he was on vacation
Smooth sailing pink Petrone tasting
AK that's my bro no relation
Nick Cahill got the polls yeah he spray shit
Just kidding
All that bullshit that you're talking you know that's beyond me
Hold up bitch I got to drop you the beagle just called me
In daygo we bury bodies under palm trees
I wake up in the morning to serve
All that bullshit that you're talking is beyond me
I know you have a number should've called me
In daygo we bury bodies under palm trees
Im waking up early to serve them zombies
She don't look bad without makeup
I still won't take em shopping
A y'all been capping since day one
That shit don't get exhausting
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Writer(s): Brian Sparks
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