Party in My Palm
Yuhhh, yuh
Ybp, your bitch pretty man
Gonna have to protect that hoe
Put that bitch in some shackles
Uh
Send my resume to nasa cause I'm outta space
Always read ahead of class, I be on a different page
When I do my thing, make they head spin like a microwave
Nah I ain't gone pass the blunt, it's just not that type of day
Face an eighth, face a quarter, damn where that zip go
You got a kid at home what you out here getting lit for
Eggshell on her tile, got her walking on her tip toes
I love drinking faygo but I think I love the brisk more
Little bit ago, I was dead laying on my dick
Now you can't pay me nothing just to go and take a shit
Apple of her eye, so she eating my banana split
How else you think she got herself a brand new pair of kicks
Yeah I blocked the shot, but you know that's my ball
Bitch it's babypowdah, nah it ain't no drywall
Do I stunt or not, yeah that's my call
Work so dirty, 'fore you touch it spray that shit with lysol
And you broke as hell complaining 'bout the gas price
I can't even hit the wood unless I know the gas right
Work in full rotation, when's the last time it was a bad night
Flower it got so much power, hit you with the dab price
Full effect, no filters, I'mma smoke it raw
Listen what I say bitch, call me phil mcgraw
You are what you are, and that's not involved
Ganja in my lungs, but the party in my palm
Hussein on the beat, we just dropped a bomb
Why the fuck he keep a stick if he can't keep his calm
How the fuck he spray the clip and then he call his mom
Three texts different shortys and they all say what you on
She said "knew you work at lil caesars, you've been having crazy sauce"
My team is the varsity so I can't even play with y'all
I'mma tell 'em florida if they asking me to state the law
Way she chewing on that e, this bitch is tryna break her jaw
I'm 20 years old, I'm not asking for no snapchat
Pull up on ya make you spin because I knew the ass fat
He the type to thank you for the service send a cash app
Acting like she got me hard, baby you know that's cap
You know that's caaaaaap
Ybp, your bitch pretty man
Gonna have to protect that hoe
Put that bitch in some shackles
Uh
Send my resume to nasa cause I'm outta space
Always read ahead of class, I be on a different page
When I do my thing, make they head spin like a microwave
Nah I ain't gone pass the blunt, it's just not that type of day
Face an eighth, face a quarter, damn where that zip go
You got a kid at home what you out here getting lit for
Eggshell on her tile, got her walking on her tip toes
I love drinking faygo but I think I love the brisk more
Little bit ago, I was dead laying on my dick
Now you can't pay me nothing just to go and take a shit
Apple of her eye, so she eating my banana split
How else you think she got herself a brand new pair of kicks
Yeah I blocked the shot, but you know that's my ball
Bitch it's babypowdah, nah it ain't no drywall
Do I stunt or not, yeah that's my call
Work so dirty, 'fore you touch it spray that shit with lysol
And you broke as hell complaining 'bout the gas price
I can't even hit the wood unless I know the gas right
Work in full rotation, when's the last time it was a bad night
Flower it got so much power, hit you with the dab price
Full effect, no filters, I'mma smoke it raw
Listen what I say bitch, call me phil mcgraw
You are what you are, and that's not involved
Ganja in my lungs, but the party in my palm
Hussein on the beat, we just dropped a bomb
Why the fuck he keep a stick if he can't keep his calm
How the fuck he spray the clip and then he call his mom
Three texts different shortys and they all say what you on
She said "knew you work at lil caesars, you've been having crazy sauce"
My team is the varsity so I can't even play with y'all
I'mma tell 'em florida if they asking me to state the law
Way she chewing on that e, this bitch is tryna break her jaw
I'm 20 years old, I'm not asking for no snapchat
Pull up on ya make you spin because I knew the ass fat
He the type to thank you for the service send a cash app
Acting like she got me hard, baby you know that's cap
You know that's caaaaaap
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Writer(s): Stanley Torres
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