Palm Angels In The Sky
(专辑: Young & Turnt, Vol. 2 - 2020)
Pssht, c'mon Y'all know what the
fuck going on YaDigg (That shit flexing, I'm good) Young Pharaoh on the
beat I
am too nigga (Ooh, ooh), young and timeless C'mon, ayy Pull up on the
bros, leave the
coupe running Just blew a
hunnid on me, this a
new hunnid (Two hunnid) Avianne texting like he miss me, really? White Prezi cost fifty, buss down It was for a
couple, what you up now? One-ten for a
line, pour the
cup out CMG the
label so the
'Cat white Fuck his BM and his sister, yeah, I'm that type White gold, AP, that's my new bitch Catch the
speed on the
East clutching two sticks Riding.11s on the
house, this for you Trick Niggas always see me out, never do shit Doggy bone too sick, call 'em M30 Whatchu getting forty, dog Thirty for thirty in the
air, I'm perfect Real six inches, AP, two Birkins We ran 'till the
wheels fell off or I'm curving Never met a
nigga like me, she nervous A
hunnid thousand in the
red bag, Supreme Young bad bitch, still I
had the
beans Say her nigga [?], turn her back to me Too many racks around, I
can't even flash the
cheese They don't want problems, on my momma I
promise Super Bowl, Montclair, nineteen products Givenchy, shark hoodie, T-shirt, Rottweiler I
ain't into fashion, baby, I'm just into bragging A
lotta bitches celebrating, acting like they had 'em I'm young and turnt, yeah, that's cheap 1400, these pants not cheap I
got the
whole hood, but doggy who got me? Who got us? We the
boys, we the
boys Who got me? Yeah Prolly got a
concert off six blunts Ex been in her feelings for like six months Only bitch around, can't get fucked She was still moving around stuff when the
Benz fucked Doing a
hunnid down Mound dodging potholes Put a
one on a
one with my eyes closed Name another young nigga with two buss Cubans Put a
link on my dudes, nigga, fuck Cubans Hit a
lotta bad bitches and I
fuck Cubans Keep doggy bone with me 'till he wanna eat 'Coulda want a
good bitch, only want a
freak We don't pay for pussy, every bitch go for free I
fuck a
nigga auntie, I
fuck a
nigga niece Fifty-eight for the
hoes, break it down in the
Jeep Forty-eight for the
Gs, yeah, I
left with my nigga Young Stash mob for the
trees while I
fist with my son Flame got shit 'fore I
go and block a
nigga Oh, he fucking with a
move? Come and top a
nigga Thirteen, hard and ain't got it rocking with me Yeah, I
don't squash shit, I
sock a
nigga Nah, for real, ain't no playing with the
pape' Come in with the
F, she's playing with the
Drac' Ten Glock everything, playing in the
BAPE Name another young nigga with three buss downs You're a
fool through the
mail who just touched down Couple hunnid on her nails, sit the
fuck down Yelling, "Free my Uncle Neal," 'till he come back Broad day everything, and I
don't want mans Gotta be careful, dog, but, nah, fuck that Four high speeds in the
'Cat, where the
truck at? I
ain't never go and played a
bitch with my buff sack Couple chains on, dog, I'm thinking 'bout the
Patek Highs for my momma, no sleep for my daddy You ain't get shit lil' nigga if you ratted Boys over everything, and we got it tatted Tryna be my main thing, really, bitch, how? 'Cause you a
turnt nigga, I
was fucking with a
child Oh, we done burn, niggas, everybody dropping fire Fifteen for the
plane, pyromaniacs in the
sky Ah Nigga, prepare