Palm Trees

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh, look, ah Liquor stores, Dickie suits Cike like a Bentley Coupe We put in work, no 9 to 5 This full time, just living through Uh, getting by Heavy traffic, crossing state lines Niggas make it back, everybody love you Switched up faster than a blinking eye Speaking of Them niggas you don't fuck with when you die They gon' post you up The caption gon' say some dumb shit like "It was love" Tsk, ha, what the fuck Right in front that liquor store Tsk, lighting candles up [Chorus] Liquor stores Candle lights and Palm Trees Liquor stores Dickie suits and Palm Trees [Verse 2] Ah, pour some Remy out In front your granny house Eyes red, I'm fucked up But pull them panties down Look, I'm sliding in Red rum, I took a dive in Now I'm Michael Phelps Gold medal on my wrists Gold medal around my neck Gold medal for a bitch Backpedal through the set Air holes on the TEC Pussy nigga talking shit Air holes in his neck Let the nigga vent, Killa! [Chorus] Liquor stores Yellow tape and Palm Trees Liquor stores Prostitutes and Palm Trees [Verse 3] Ah, gang fights in the holding tank Your favorite rival's protegé Every day for a weekend [?] He facing Life like Ray and Claude Won off of Confrontation Clause Witness never showed up Touchdown, he a big dog Back to it, dope spot Shit jumping like Kris Kross Two pistols, double dutch Really had shit jumping off Playing bully ball, punking niggas out Now, they plotting how to dump him out Pulled up like Ilena's cousin Through the windows they was hanging out [Menace II Society Interlude] Yo, what's up now, partner? *Gunfire Get down, Ronnie! Get down! Down! Down! *Gunfire *Tires squealing [Chorus] Liquor stores Shootouts and Palm Trees Liquor stores Candle lights and Palm Trees