Palm Angels

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] Alright KrispyLife, nigga (It's with a K, dumbass) This one of them one type of beats, damn (OGismyname) Was feeling— yeah [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Was feeling good, so I went and bought the chop extensions If you don't wanna die with your mans, why you hoppin' in it? I'm really from the gutter, boy, I remember hoppin' fences Courtside at the game, high-fiving Pistons Had to run to the whip, I had Glock on me At seventeen, you was gettin' beat, you had your pops on you At seventeen, I was in the trenches, I had a block on me I been rich for a long-ass time, but I am not Homie Like I work for a body shop, I'm a Jeep painter Hit his top, make his body drop, he in thе street danglin' Head tap a nigga, now he get to meet angеls Bodyslammed a nigga in the club like I'm Kurt Angle [Verse 2: Babyfxce E] Demon child, just sent a nigga up wearin' Palm Angels Just put him in a truck and hung him up and left dog danglin' I'm ski'd up, just flicked a nigga up, I just broad day'd him Put a zero in a nigga chest just like Jayson Tatum I'm turnt down, I just poured a whole cup of Actavis Bitch a freak, she pulled my shit down and I ain't ask the bitch I just sold twenty eights before eight on some rappin' shit Better put your Scat up before eight or I'm snatchin' it Yeah, turn it to a salvaged title I told him he got demons on his head, so he packed the Bible Snipe a nigga from down the street, then I went to scrap the rifle Dump him in the lake in case the jakes try to go and find him [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] Bank won't let me make the transaction, I'm finna ho Chase I can tell she been doin' soft, she got the dope face You tryna get likes, my nigga fightin' a dope case I'm not cuffin' nobody, I'm goin' at my ho pace They can't fuck with me, I'm that one person Made dog shit, been countin' money since twelve-thirty My nigga Mike, a yerc head, he off twelve Perkies My nigga tryna kill himself, he popped twelve 30s [Verse 4: Babyfxce E] My nigga keep tryna crash out, I don't know what's wrong with him Dogged a bitch in striker 'Cat, I put my bone in her Think a nigga a tutor the way I make home visits The bitch I'm hittin' got a big pussy, I put my phone in her Wait, nah, I put my Foams in her Fucked the bitch listenin' to my music, I put my song in her Already got a felony, police pull me over, I'm puttin' my chrome in her SRT on the side of the Charger, it got a strong engine Ayy, I really made history in the city I'm really laid back, but you'll catch a switchy if you tempt me This nigga off crack, he tried to put a switchy on the Smitty I'm finna stop rap, this nigga made a fifty off a bricky