Devils In Palm Angels

Don't tell me that you love me baby girl you know that shit be cap Sending red hearts its Dtb you know my shits be black
Niggas throwing shots i fuck with steppers you know we send em back
I don't start shit but I'm always up you know i finish that
Brody wanna slide on the opps that's word I'm bending that
Up first before it's over word to mommy yea I'm risking that
Rip to melly he a oota can't get into that
Beams on the glocks that's head shots yea i ain't missing that

Cause it get spooky in these streets
Please don't talk about it nigga
Keep that toolie when we meet
Yea it's some ootas in these vs
Niggas talking bout my dead
Yea now that goofy on a tee
Only fuck with big steppers
Yea that's ksubi on my jeans
Can't be moving reckless out here Gottah do me in these streets
I can't fuck with fake shit i keep it gucci when we speak
I got a bag and leveled up and took my ootas out the streets
I can't let them take my momma child I'm shooting on the scene

Told you I'm the chosen one
Baby girl I'm one of one
Smoking till a nigga weezy
You would think I'm stunna son Amiri on the fabric you would think a nigga stunting son
Stacking all my chips my ogs told me run it up
Summer my tape dropping nigga whole gang going dumb
My songs hit them thousands nigga promise that I'm going up Reminiscing on the pain Yea i be tripping when I'm rolling up
Outside with them killers going bad i wasn't old enough
Baby imma big stepper
Foreign seats they really leather
I was really tripping nigga
Really got my shit together
Trips to ot yea i be working yea i miss the weather
I ain't chasing hoes we locked in you
Know my bitch be better
Cal duke and keem that's word to bro we gone be rich together
Told my sister imma keep on grinding we gone be rich forever
Yea I'm really him i do my thing You know that gives me leverage
Throw that shit on at every spot i'm Just a drippy dresser

Cause it get spooky in these streets Please don't talk about it nigga
Keep that toolie when we meet
Yea it's some ootas in these vs
Niggas talking bout my dead
Yea now that goofy on a tee
Only fuck with big steppers
Yea that's ksubi on my jeans
Can't be moving reckless out here Gottah do me in these streets
I can't fuck with fake shit i keep it gucci when we speak
I got a bag and leveled up and took my ootas out the streets
I can't let them take my momma child I'm shooting on the scene

Cause it get spooky in these streets Please don't talk about it nigga
Keep that toolie when we meet
Yea it's some ootas in these vs
Niggas talking bout my dead
Yea now that goofy on a tee
Only fuck with big steppers
Yea that's ksubi on my jeans
Can't be moving reckless out here Gottah do me in these streets
I can't fuck with fake shit i keep it gucci when we speak
I got a bag and leveled up and took my ootas out the streets
I can't let them take my momma child I'm shooting on the scene



Credits
Writer(s): Jay Amiri
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