Palm Trees

(专辑： #FUCC2020 - 2021)

H-H-Hadouken
D-D-DJ Daddykat on the mix
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (We got that Dezzy drip 'fore I paid the rent)
Yeah, uh

We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)
Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)
Gotta drive multiple whips
Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss
I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick
I'ma keep letting y'all hate the game and the way I play it
Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner
Ain't no begginer, I mastered the style I evented
Learned how to handle my business
Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed
Khaki shorts and long sleeves
Don't say much but all the bitches want me

Fantical shots at a nigga so I don't got a bulletproof car (Bulletproof car)
Pull up in all of them whips and they all tinted, don't know who we are (Know who we are)
Remember I used to just shoot for the clouds now I shoot for the stars (I go for the stars)
You fucking with me and you gonna get game and your gonna get bars
And now I got too many hoes
I hand 'em out once I don't even know I'm apart
I'm shopping and making my clothes
They saying I'm too hard
I told you that I was gon' win
As soon as I open the door and they letting me star
And they taking one look at my wrist
Get hella impressed, they don't even know what it cost
Come sit down with the boss

You pocket change, we millionairs
Pick one, I can call 'em
I ain't thinking in the past, lil' bitch, I'm moving forward
Niggas my age looking hella stressed but I'm enjoying it
You regular and this nigga important

We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)
Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)
Gotta drive multiple whips
Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss
I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick
I'ma keep letting y'all hate the game and the way I play it
Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner
Ain't no begginer, I mastered the style I evented
Learned how to handle my business
Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed
Khaki shorts and long sleeves
Don't say much but all the bitches want me

I don't say much 'cause the money talk for me
Grab a paper, grind a tree up, roll it up and spark a tree (Hahaha)
By the youngin's, got some game and yeah they got it all from me
By the bitches, safe to say, it's hard to keep 'em off of me
Now they see I got the money, made it double up
Got your nigga acting troublesome
I got a couple friends but I done fucked with some
I got a couple bitches, ain't in love with none
Gotta handle business, I ain't finished 'til I'm done
Big crib, pick which one
Big tree mean big lungs
Ten bitches that's big fun

You pocket change, we millionairs
Pick one, I can call 'em
I ain't thinking in the past, lil' bitch, I'm moving forward
Niggas my age looking hella stressed but I'm enjoying it
You regular and this nigga important

We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)
Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)
Gotta drive multiple whips
Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss
I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick
I'ma keep letting y'all hate the game and the way I play it
Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner
Ain't no begginer, I mastered the style I evented
Learned how to handle my business
Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed
Khaki shorts and long sleeves
Don't say much but all the bitches want me