Palms Itching (feat. 6aks & Global Yunginn)
(Yea hold up why the fuck my palms keep itching)
(Yea why the fuck my palms keep itching)
(Yea why the fuck my palms keep itching)
(When I pour up grab that pitcher)
(Bout to pour up grab that pitcher)
(Yeah my mufuckin palms keep)
(Yea why the fuck my palms keep itching)
Imma flip thru the money remember times I ain't have it
Bad bitch driving the boat she the captain
I'm the last lil nigga shoulda known you was trapping
Had them bowls in the trap and you couldn't even stash em
And impressing the hoes cause I'm dripped out in fashion
These suicide doors ain't no cts caddy
Counting this paper my fingers keep itching
I'm in a wife beater fucking a baddie
I got a bad bitch on me right now finna take this hoe down
I'm up in saks fifth with a bankroll finna tear the sto' down
Doing too much talking buck that boy for his pounds
Button on the trip the stick poking out
She begging for it put that- in her mouth
Can't take her shopping had to kick the hoe out
Steady swerving nigga hit the road block
Tried to run looked back it's like 4 cops
Came from zero I ain't need a shout out
Honda civic what we used to trap out
The bitch sadity but I know she a thot
This foreign engine nigga skrtt off the lot
This valentino on me, I got the valentino on me
Young nigga just tryna make him a way
Took off the top now the coupe got no brains
Cut up in traffic we slang in a wraith
They trapping these niggas these hoes can't get saved
I walk on the stage this hoe screaming my name
Addicted to money I gotta get paid
Got bowls in the trap, come cop you some shake
Got louie-v shorts
Yeah yeah yeah, louie v shorts I got balmain from japan
Put that cat in sport I crashed out like i'm on xans
I got dior galore and my closet worth some bands
I'm with 6 and lil morg, Izzy pop out blow that fan
When I go to follies I fuck it up yeah
When I got to follies I- Hollup
When I go to follies I fuck it up yeah
I whip up that chicken like i'm cooking meals
You trippin lil buddy you fucked up ya re-up
Ya buddy so dumb he done fucked up his deal
These niggas be faking like mama madea
My diamonds they white blue and teal
My diamonds they biting, huh get em
I'm gripping the pipe huh split em
Told em don't play this shit can get real
(Swerving the wraith I hope it don't tip)
Yeah these niggas be popping these percs like it's skittles
(Lil bitch she tryna solve all the team like a riddle)
The choppa stay hot make it pop like a kettle
(Lil bitch I stay hot and I'm fly like)
Imma flip thru the money remember times I ain't have it
Bad bitch driving the boat she the captain
I'm the last lil nigga shoulda known you was trapping
Had them bowls in the trap and you couldn't even stash em
And impressing the hoes cause I'm dripped out in fashion
These suicide doors ain't no cts caddy
Counting this paper my fingers keep itching
I'm in a wife beater fucking a baddie
Yea hold up why the fuck my palms keep itching
Yea why the fuck my palms keep itching (palms keep itching)
Yea why the fuck my palms keep itching (palms keep oh)
When I pour up grab that pitcher (pour up pour it)
Bout to pour up grab that pitcher (pour it up pour it)
Yeah my mufuckin palms keep
Yeah why the fuck my palms
(And my palms keep itching,yea)
(And my palms keep itching)
(Yea my palms keep itching)
(Yea my palms keep)
(Yea why the fuck my palms keep itching)
(Yea why the fuck my palms keep itching)
(When I pour up grab that pitcher)
(Bout to pour up grab that pitcher)
(Yeah my mufuckin palms keep)
(Yea why the fuck my palms keep itching)
Imma flip thru the money remember times I ain't have it
Bad bitch driving the boat she the captain
I'm the last lil nigga shoulda known you was trapping
Had them bowls in the trap and you couldn't even stash em
And impressing the hoes cause I'm dripped out in fashion
These suicide doors ain't no cts caddy
Counting this paper my fingers keep itching
I'm in a wife beater fucking a baddie
I got a bad bitch on me right now finna take this hoe down
I'm up in saks fifth with a bankroll finna tear the sto' down
Doing too much talking buck that boy for his pounds
Button on the trip the stick poking out
She begging for it put that- in her mouth
Can't take her shopping had to kick the hoe out
Steady swerving nigga hit the road block
Tried to run looked back it's like 4 cops
Came from zero I ain't need a shout out
Honda civic what we used to trap out
The bitch sadity but I know she a thot
This foreign engine nigga skrtt off the lot
This valentino on me, I got the valentino on me
Young nigga just tryna make him a way
Took off the top now the coupe got no brains
Cut up in traffic we slang in a wraith
They trapping these niggas these hoes can't get saved
I walk on the stage this hoe screaming my name
Addicted to money I gotta get paid
Got bowls in the trap, come cop you some shake
Got louie-v shorts
Yeah yeah yeah, louie v shorts I got balmain from japan
Put that cat in sport I crashed out like i'm on xans
I got dior galore and my closet worth some bands
I'm with 6 and lil morg, Izzy pop out blow that fan
When I go to follies I fuck it up yeah
When I got to follies I- Hollup
When I go to follies I fuck it up yeah
I whip up that chicken like i'm cooking meals
You trippin lil buddy you fucked up ya re-up
Ya buddy so dumb he done fucked up his deal
These niggas be faking like mama madea
My diamonds they white blue and teal
My diamonds they biting, huh get em
I'm gripping the pipe huh split em
Told em don't play this shit can get real
(Swerving the wraith I hope it don't tip)
Yeah these niggas be popping these percs like it's skittles
(Lil bitch she tryna solve all the team like a riddle)
The choppa stay hot make it pop like a kettle
(Lil bitch I stay hot and I'm fly like)
Imma flip thru the money remember times I ain't have it
Bad bitch driving the boat she the captain
I'm the last lil nigga shoulda known you was trapping
Had them bowls in the trap and you couldn't even stash em
And impressing the hoes cause I'm dripped out in fashion
These suicide doors ain't no cts caddy
Counting this paper my fingers keep itching
I'm in a wife beater fucking a baddie
Yea hold up why the fuck my palms keep itching
Yea why the fuck my palms keep itching (palms keep itching)
Yea why the fuck my palms keep itching (palms keep oh)
When I pour up grab that pitcher (pour up pour it)
Bout to pour up grab that pitcher (pour it up pour it)
Yeah my mufuckin palms keep
Yeah why the fuck my palms
(And my palms keep itching,yea)
(And my palms keep itching)
(Yea my palms keep itching)
(Yea my palms keep)
Credits
Writer(s): Tyran Byrd
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