CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Palm Angels In The Sky

Pssht, c'mon
Y'all know what the f**k goin' on
YaDigg (That sh*t flexin', I'm good)
Young Pharaoh on the beat
I am too n***a (Ooh, ooh), young and turnt
C'mon, ayy

Pull up on the bros, leave the coupe runnin'
Just blew a hunnid on me, this a new hunnid (Two hunnid)
Avianne textin' 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
F**k his BM and his sister, yeah, I'm that type
White gold, AP, that's my new b*t*h
Catch the speed on the East clutchin' two sticks
Ridin' .11s on the house, this for you Trick
N***as always see me out, never do sh*t
Doggy bone too sick, call 'em M30
Whatchu gettin' 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 curvin'
Never met a n***a like me, she nervous
A hunnid thousand in the red bag, Supreme
Young bad b*t*h, still I had the beans
Say her n***a turnt, he doin' bad 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 braggin'
A lotta b*t*hes celebratin', actin' like they had 'em
I'm young and turnt, yeah, that's me
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 contact off six blunts
Ex been in her feelings for like six months
Only b*t*h around, can't get f**ked
She was still movin' around stuff when the Benz f**ked
Doin' a hunnid down Mound dodgin' potholes
Put a one on a one with my eyes closed
Name another young n***a with two buss Cubans
Put a link on my dudes, n***a, f**k Cubans
Hit a lotta bad b*t*hes and I f**k Cubans
Keep Doggybone with me 'til he wanna eat
'Coulda want a good b*t*h, only want a freak
We don't pay for pu**y, every b*t*h go for free
I f**k a n***a auntie, I f**k a n***a niece
Fifty-eight for the hoes, break it down in the Jeep
Forty-eight for the Gs, yeah, I left with my n***a Young
Stash mob for the trees while I fist with my son
Flame got sh*t 'fore I go and block a n***a
Oh, he f**kin' with a move? Come and top a n***a
Thirteen, hard and ain't got it rockin' with me
Yeah, I don't squash sh*t, I sock a n***a
Nah, for real, ain't no playin' with the pape'
Come in with the F, she's playin' with the Drac'
Ten Glock everything, playin' in the BAPE
Name another young n***a with three buss downs
You're a fool through the mail who just touched down
Couple hunnid on her nails, sit the f**k down
Yellin', "Free my Uncle Neal," 'till he come back
Broad day everything, and I don't want mans
Gotta be careful, dog, but, nah, f**k that
Four high speeds in the 'Cat, where the truck at?
I ain't never go and played a b*t*h with my buff sack (Yeah)
Couple chains on, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout the Patek (Yeah)
Highs for my momma, no sleep for my daddy
You ain't get sh*t, lil' n***a, if you ratted
Boys over everything, and we got it tatted
Tryna be my main thing, really, b*t*h, how?
'Cause you a turnt n***a, I was f**kin' with a child
Oh, we done burn, n***as, everybody droppin' fire
Fifteen for the plain, Palm Angels in the sky
No cap
N***a, prepare
Young and