Palm Angels

(albüm: Sorry We Was Trapping - 2022)

I just popped Serena's sister, got me higher than Venus
They got my dog sitting down like he a paraplegic
Niggas be snitching, ratting, telling, pointing, saying they seen it
Selling this white, selling this brown, feeling like Peter and Cleveland (I got exotic pack)
Man

I'm thinking like Brandon Graham, dog, I'm thinking 'bout getting a sack
She told her mama she find a rich nigga, she ain't coming back
I'm thinking 'bout shit from years ago, I still wan' get 'em whacked
I'm thinking 'bout when I slept on the couch and floor to move the bag
Should pick to get back the lean you spilled to the niggas that up and left
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, that's like a hundred in cash
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a mag
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a bag (Man)

My dope come off Miami port, now, nigga, that's Palm Angels
Niggas be tryna double cross me, coming at all angles
Should've worked at HR Block 'cause all I do is tax
Shit, I should've worked at Fed-Ex, all I move is packs
Damn, the squad be shooting fast, think it's this new attachment
Riding around with plastic Glocks, my bitch ass full of plastic
I just popped Serena's sister, got me higher than Venus
They got my dog sitting down like he a paraplegic
Niggas be snitching, ratting, telling, pointing, saying they seen it
Selling this white, selling this brown, feeling like Peter and Cleveland
Found a million-dollar route, don't see me never leaving
Help my mama see a billion, I been out here scheming (Man)

I'm thinking like Brandon Graham, dog, I'm thinking 'bout getting a sack
She told her mama she find a rich nigga, she ain't coming back
I'm thinking 'bout shit from years ago, I still wan' get 'em whacked
I'm thinking 'bout when I slept on the couch and floor to move the bag
Should pick to get back the lean you spilled to the niggas that up and left
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, that's like a hundred in cash
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a mag
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a bag (Man)

I'm thinking 'bout my ex-bitch head, I'm thinking 'bout doubling back
The bag, it move so fast, like a loss in 2K, I'm running it back
Every time I get ahead, it's like I'm stumbling back
All these eagles floating around, I think I'm Donovan McNabb
Treat him like some Off-White kicks and give his toe a tag
Treat a nigga like a coward, buy his ho a bag
Treat the pros like Keith Sweat, I'm tryna make it last
Might hit Am-Ex on a Sunday just to buy some casket
I don't be listening when they talking 'cause all they talk is cabbage
Get a slab and lock it up, be thinking like Chris Masters
I know my son gon' be the shit, I be thinking like Lonzo daddy
All these goddamn LA bales got me thinking like Patti