100K Pallet

Lyrics

[Intro] (TrevMadeThisBeat) Huh, huh, Krispy— alright, look [Verse 1] If the pussy got a price, I'ma buy it Knew she wanted to fuck when she peeped me, I'm a psychic Dick in this 40, it'll burn you like a lighter Heard a group of niggas dissed me, now they dyin' in a cypher These Diors, not no fuckin' New Balance Just bought a crib in Arbor Hills, this the new palace Just got a spot in Tennessee, I bought a new cabin Y'all get money then go back to jail, y'all move backwards Walk in the section of my crib look like a shoe palace Use a hundred thousand as a pillow, I don't do palace One of my opps want a car wash, so I had [?] coupе taxin' Two niggas died in they whip, and then wе flew past 'em Striker, handguns, we don't love no— Striker, hand— alright, look Striker, handguns, we turn to quests, but we don't love nobody Your section gon' keep dyin', you better hug somebody Jenna told me to chill, I gotta find a new hobby I told Twae today great, I just came new Wocky Iced Out Records off our jewelry, they gon' show us love You can't scrub that, you gotta pack that, that sound pack a rub Bitch said we goin' on a picnic, I'm finna pack a dub Out in Denver, [?] piss 'cause I'm tryna slap the plug I was attracting, I ain't last too long 'cause I was off half the drugs Huh, I should've took the whole Perc' I'm horny, I don't know if the bitch peeing or it squirt I hit three hoes in two days, I'm too turnt Now my dick hurtin', I don't know if it's bleedin' or it's burnt Too much information, let me know somethin' I hit your favorite IG model for like four hundred They locked me in that room and let me go 'cause I ain't know nothin' You boys gotta stop, I heard about you, you ain't know nothin' You the type of nigga, all this come around, askin' the hoes somethin' Hundred-thousand-dollar pallet, I'm just gettin' a lot of pay Forty cal streams in a month, that's a lot of plays Bitch spent the night two days in a row, that's a lot of stays Saturdays I'm indecisive, meetin' with the plug and copped a J What I'ma do next? Say you fuck with me, it's like wearin' a V-neck with a crew neck That shit don't make sense She keep tryna get married to me, this a laced bitch I threw her pH balance off, now it smell straight fish [Interlude] Damn Oh my God [Verse 2] Hit him with a combo, you know it came with fries I text her a paragraph like, "I love you", but it came with lies I'm at the nigga repass like I know it came with pies Man They 'bout to irritate me at the table 'cause it came with flies Like that's why I keep on swipin' Fired my last driver 'cause he lied, said he had a license False application, tryna fuck? You better keep on typin' If you fuck with me, bitch, you better keep on typin' If you don't got a computer, you better keep on writin' And you get a plus if it's in cursive Hundred-K pallet, I could lay it in front of Bursting I'm Muslim, but I just invested in a couple Church's I just went up, now I want ten for a couple verses I did some— man But I'm learnin' But I'm learnin' It's a hundred-K pallet Layin' down on the floor— alright Layin' on the floor on a hundred-K pallet Layin' on the floor on a hundred-K pallet [Outro] Bitch, Krispy