Palm Angels

Lyrics

[Intro] I just popped Serena's sister, got me higher than Venus They got my dog sittin' down like he a paraplegic Niggas be snitchin', rattin', tellin', pointin', sayin' they seen it Sellin' this white, sellin' this brown, feelin' like Peter and Cleveland (I got exotic pack) Man [Chorus] I'm thinkin' like Brandon Graham, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' a sack She told her mama she find a rich nigga, she ain't comin' back I'm thinkin' 'bout shit from years ago, I still wan' get 'em whacked I'm thinkin' 'bout when I slept on the couch and floor to move the bag Should pick to get back the lean you spilled to thе niggas that up and left You ain't even gotta ask, dog, that's likе 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) [Verse 1] My dope come off Miami port, now, nigga, that's Palm Angels Niggas be tryna double cross me, comin' 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 shootin' fast, think it's this new attachment Ridin' 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 sittin' down like he a paraplegic Niggas be snitchin', rattin', tellin', pointin', sayin' they seen it Sellin' this white, sellin' this brown, feelin' like Peter and Cleveland Found a million-dollar route, don't see me never leavin' Help my mama see a billion, I been out here schemin' (Man) [Chorus] I'm thinkin' like Brandon Graham, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' a sack She told her mama she find a rich nigga, she ain't comin' back I'm thinkin' 'bout shit from years ago, I still wan' get 'em whacked I'm thinkin' '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) [Verse 2] I'm thinkin' 'bout my ex-bitch head, I'm thinkin' 'bout doublin' back The bag, it move so fast, like a loss in 2K, I'm runnin' it back Every time I get ahead, it's like I'm stumblin' back All these eagles floatin' 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 listenin' when they talkin' 'cause all they talk is cabbage Get a slab and lock it up, be thinkin' like Chris Masters I know my son gon' be the shit, I be thinkin' like Lonzo daddy All these goddamn LA bales got me thinkin' like Patti