Palm Angels lyrics

[Intro]
I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it
I don't like that sh*t
Tsh, yeah (Fa)
Goat activity, goat translation (Fa)
Franchise player (Meech)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it
Too much b*tch in your blood, you can't fight it
n*ggas hoes, they don't live what they typing
If it's a hundred K or more, I'm excited
Why would I give a f*ck what you feel or how you thinking?
I said it, I mean it, you broke, we ain't linking
Upper class when I'm seated
This car fully loaded, the simple in the seater
Ayy, I don't live with regrets, if you left, then it's best (Gone)
These VVS's, they'll pass every test
SRT truck, sh*t, it ride like a jet
We ain't even make it home, she just sitting there wet
You look at me and see a check
I got dog sh*t in my Palm Angels sweats
Everybody know I'm next

[Verse]
n*ggas ain't help me, so they got they ass left
When me and gang get hungry, sh*t, we go and eat the best
Hard times came, sh*t, I took it like a champ
Where the f*ck was you when the wall was my back?
That b*tch hurt my feelings, so I put her in a rap
Now a n*gga really up and I'll never take her back
I got a model, pink toe, now she blow my whole sack
It's a thousand on my drawers, you take your Nike Tech back
I got a bin you can use, I promise you'll make a Scat
Everything that I claim, sh*t, I got it on attack
Stopped answering her calls 'cause she got too attached
Know it's a thousand for this Goose and three hundred for the hat
You a lame to me, n*gga, so your ass getting taxed
Couple shots and he hit, he couldn't even shoot back
A lil' money and some clout, n*gga, you'll sell your soul
I got money and clout, ain't nobody put me on
Bought a hundred pack from Meech 'cause I pulled a hundred phones
Heated seats in the back, you be riding around cold
n*gga, I collect cars, n*gga, you collect Foams
You hit the road with some cards, make sure you make it home
[Chorus]
I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it (Wow)
Too much b*tch in your blood, you can't fight it (Wow)
n*ggas hoes, they don't live what they typing (Wow)
If it's a hundred K or more, I'm excited
Why would I give a f*ck what you feel or how you thinking?
I said it, I mean it, you broke, we ain't linking
Upper class when I'm seated
This car fully loaded, the simple in the seater
Ayy, I don't live with regrets, if you left, then it's best (Gone)
These VVS's, they'll pass every test
SRT truck, sh*t, it ride like a jet (Skrrt)
We ain't even make it home, she just sitting there wet
You look at me and see a check
I got dog sh*t in my Palm Angels sweats
Everybody know I'm next

[Outro]
(Meech)
Tsh, I got dog sh*t in my
Yeah
Simple on the seater