Palm Angels (feat. Babyfxce E)
Alright
KrispyLife, nigga
(It's with a K, dumbass)
This one of them one type of beats, damn
(OGismyname)
Was feeling— yeah
Was feeling good
So I went and bought the chop extensions
If you don't wanna die with your mans
Why you hoppin' in it?
I'm really from the gutter, boy
I remember hoppin' fences
Courtside at the game
High-fiving Pistons
Had to run to the whip
I had Glock on me
At seventeen, you was gettin' beat
You had your pops on you
At seventeen, I was in the trenches
I had a block on me
I been rich for a long-ass time
But I am not Homie
Like I work for a body shop
I'm a Jeep painter
Hit his top, make his body drop
He in thе street danglin'
Head tap a nigga
Now he get to meet angеls
Bodyslammed a nigga in the club
Like I'm Kurt Angle
Demon child, just sent a nigga up
Wearin' Palm Angels
Just put him in a truck and hung him up
And left dog danglin'
I'm ski'd up, just flicked a nigga up
I just broad day'd him
Put a zero in a nigga chest
Just like Jayson Tatum
I'm turnt down, I just poured a whole cup of Actavis
Bitch a freak, she pulled my shit down
And I ain't ask the bitch
I just sold twenty eights before eight
On some rappin' shit
Better put your Scat up before eight
Or I'm snatchin' it
Yeah, turn it to a salvaged title
I told him he got demons on his head
So he packed the Bible
Snipe a nigga from down the street
Then I went to scrap the rifle
Dump him in the lake in case the jakes
Try to go and find him
Bank won't let me make the transaction
I'm finna ho Chase
I can tell she been doin' soft
She got the dope face
You tryna get likes
My nigga fightin' a dope case
I'm not cuffin' nobody
I'm goin' at my ho pace
They can't fuck with me
I'm that one person
Made dog shit
Been countin' money since twelve-thirty
My nigga Mike, a yerc head
He off twelve Perkies
My nigga tryna kill himself
He popped twelve 30s
My nigga keep tryna crash out
I don't know what's wrong with him
Dogged a bitch in striker 'Cat
I put my bone in her
Think a nigga a tutor
The way I make home visits
The bitch I'm hittin' got a big pussy
I put my phone in her
Wait, nah, I put my Foams in her
Fucked the bitch listenin' to my music
I put my song in her
Already got a felony, police pull me over
I'm puttin' my chrome in her
SRT on the side of the Charger
It got a strong engine
Ayy, I really made history in the city
I'm really laid back
But you'll catch a switchy if you tempt me
This nigga off crack
He tried to put a switchy on the Smitty
I'm finna stop rap
This nigga made a fifty off a bricky
KrispyLife, nigga
(It's with a K, dumbass)
This one of them one type of beats, damn
(OGismyname)
Was feeling— yeah
Was feeling good
So I went and bought the chop extensions
If you don't wanna die with your mans
Why you hoppin' in it?
I'm really from the gutter, boy
I remember hoppin' fences
Courtside at the game
High-fiving Pistons
Had to run to the whip
I had Glock on me
At seventeen, you was gettin' beat
You had your pops on you
At seventeen, I was in the trenches
I had a block on me
I been rich for a long-ass time
But I am not Homie
Like I work for a body shop
I'm a Jeep painter
Hit his top, make his body drop
He in thе street danglin'
Head tap a nigga
Now he get to meet angеls
Bodyslammed a nigga in the club
Like I'm Kurt Angle
Demon child, just sent a nigga up
Wearin' Palm Angels
Just put him in a truck and hung him up
And left dog danglin'
I'm ski'd up, just flicked a nigga up
I just broad day'd him
Put a zero in a nigga chest
Just like Jayson Tatum
I'm turnt down, I just poured a whole cup of Actavis
Bitch a freak, she pulled my shit down
And I ain't ask the bitch
I just sold twenty eights before eight
On some rappin' shit
Better put your Scat up before eight
Or I'm snatchin' it
Yeah, turn it to a salvaged title
I told him he got demons on his head
So he packed the Bible
Snipe a nigga from down the street
Then I went to scrap the rifle
Dump him in the lake in case the jakes
Try to go and find him
Bank won't let me make the transaction
I'm finna ho Chase
I can tell she been doin' soft
She got the dope face
You tryna get likes
My nigga fightin' a dope case
I'm not cuffin' nobody
I'm goin' at my ho pace
They can't fuck with me
I'm that one person
Made dog shit
Been countin' money since twelve-thirty
My nigga Mike, a yerc head
He off twelve Perkies
My nigga tryna kill himself
He popped twelve 30s
My nigga keep tryna crash out
I don't know what's wrong with him
Dogged a bitch in striker 'Cat
I put my bone in her
Think a nigga a tutor
The way I make home visits
The bitch I'm hittin' got a big pussy
I put my phone in her
Wait, nah, I put my Foams in her
Fucked the bitch listenin' to my music
I put my song in her
Already got a felony, police pull me over
I'm puttin' my chrome in her
SRT on the side of the Charger
It got a strong engine
Ayy, I really made history in the city
I'm really laid back
But you'll catch a switchy if you tempt me
This nigga off crack
He tried to put a switchy on the Smitty
I'm finna stop rap
This nigga made a fifty off a bricky
Credits
Writer(s): Marlon Lafayette Brown, Marquon Fulton
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