Palm Beach (Freestyle)
I just touched down in Palm Beach
Suck me like a leech
I ain't gon' pay you shit for beats
Gimme shit for free
Palmetto, baby
Yeah, you know it's W.A.V.E.
Palmetto, baby
Y'already know it's me
Look, unh
And she drop it low for a P
She finna get up on one knee like she proposed to me
She finna get up on the meat like she supposed to be
You know that I'm the chosen one - your bitches chosen me
Who the fuck is you lil' nigga, who you supposed to be?
These niggas look like some opps just like they police
I got itchy fingers, money old, it's getting moldy
Sippin' on some bourbon, baby sippin' on a forty
Pull out the forty I hit a nigga with the B.B.
Babymama got that BBL she finna drop it on me
Baby finna gimme some pussy - she finna gimme macaroni
If I ever walk up in your club
Don't pat me like it's on me
You don't need to invite me to your club
I'm not your friend I'm not your homie
If you do not know me lil' nigga
Please get the fuck from around me
I can't see you hater, go to hell
You ain't got nothing on me
Bitch it's Upper Culture 'till the death
I only got the fam around me
I'm not no killer but you better not push me
Please don't touch this tenderoni
I'm gon' keep on stackin' 'til I hit a million
Bitch I keep them tenders on me
Bitch it still look like I'm trappin'
Like I been keeping them chicken fingers on me
And I ain't never had to do none of that jackin'
But that trigger finger on me
And all these niggas doin' bitin' jackin' stealin'
All these niggas they some phonies
I don't give a fuck, bitch
All that shit so dead
Bitch get off my nuts, bitch
Get off my cojoñes
Talkin' bout you bought that shit
But I already sold it
Talkin' bout you got it
I ain't never seen you tote it
Trying to change the topic
Conversation, you can't hold it
2013, poppin' molly
I was so lit
Cut from a different cloth
You can't even sow it
Nigga they be copypasta'n
Shit be stolen
I went from a Geodude
Straight to a Golem
I'm the chosen one
Yeah, a young boy golden
Opp asking me about you
I don't know 'em
Bitch I'm different
I am not the norm
Lil' bitch, I'm the calm before the storm
That lil' bitch named Karma she a whore
Asking me about you
I don't know you no more
Australia, Tokyo, New York
2024, Palm Wave World Tour
I don't fuck with lames, squares, hoes, no dorks
I don't fuck with beef, steak, ham, no pork
Suck me like a leech
I ain't gon' pay you shit for beats
Gimme shit for free
Palmetto, baby
Yeah, you know it's W.A.V.E.
Palmetto, baby
Y'already know it's me
Look, unh
And she drop it low for a P
She finna get up on one knee like she proposed to me
She finna get up on the meat like she supposed to be
You know that I'm the chosen one - your bitches chosen me
Who the fuck is you lil' nigga, who you supposed to be?
These niggas look like some opps just like they police
I got itchy fingers, money old, it's getting moldy
Sippin' on some bourbon, baby sippin' on a forty
Pull out the forty I hit a nigga with the B.B.
Babymama got that BBL she finna drop it on me
Baby finna gimme some pussy - she finna gimme macaroni
If I ever walk up in your club
Don't pat me like it's on me
You don't need to invite me to your club
I'm not your friend I'm not your homie
If you do not know me lil' nigga
Please get the fuck from around me
I can't see you hater, go to hell
You ain't got nothing on me
Bitch it's Upper Culture 'till the death
I only got the fam around me
I'm not no killer but you better not push me
Please don't touch this tenderoni
I'm gon' keep on stackin' 'til I hit a million
Bitch I keep them tenders on me
Bitch it still look like I'm trappin'
Like I been keeping them chicken fingers on me
And I ain't never had to do none of that jackin'
But that trigger finger on me
And all these niggas doin' bitin' jackin' stealin'
All these niggas they some phonies
I don't give a fuck, bitch
All that shit so dead
Bitch get off my nuts, bitch
Get off my cojoñes
Talkin' bout you bought that shit
But I already sold it
Talkin' bout you got it
I ain't never seen you tote it
Trying to change the topic
Conversation, you can't hold it
2013, poppin' molly
I was so lit
Cut from a different cloth
You can't even sow it
Nigga they be copypasta'n
Shit be stolen
I went from a Geodude
Straight to a Golem
I'm the chosen one
Yeah, a young boy golden
Opp asking me about you
I don't know 'em
Bitch I'm different
I am not the norm
Lil' bitch, I'm the calm before the storm
That lil' bitch named Karma she a whore
Asking me about you
I don't know you no more
Australia, Tokyo, New York
2024, Palm Wave World Tour
I don't fuck with lames, squares, hoes, no dorks
I don't fuck with beef, steak, ham, no pork
Credits
Writer(s): David Santiago
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