Palm Angels lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Alright
KrispyLife, n*gga
(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 n*gga, now he get to meet angеls
Bodyslammed a n*gga in the club like I'm Kurt Angle

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Demon child, just sent a n*gga 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 n*gga up, I just broad day'd him
Put a zero in a n*gga chest just like Jayson Tatum
I'm turnt down, I just poured a whole cup of Actavis
b*tch a freak, she pulled my sh*t down and I ain't ask the b*tch
I just sold twenty eights before eight on some rappin' sh*t
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 n*gga 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 n*gga fightin' a dope case
I'm not cuffin' nobody, I'm goin' at my ho pace
They can't f*ck with me, I'm that one person
Made dog sh*t, been countin' money since twelve-thirty
My n*gga Mike, a yerc head, he off twelve Perkies
My n*gga tryna kill himself, he popped twelve 30s

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
My n*gga keep tryna crash out, I don't know what's wrong with him
Dogged a b*tch in striker 'Cat, I put my bone in her
Think a n*gga a tutor the way I make home visits
The b*tch I'm hittin' got a big pus*y, I put my phone in her
Wait, nah, I put my Foams in her
f*cked the b*tch 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 n*gga off crack, he tried to put a switchy on the Smitty
I'm finna stop rap, this n*gga made a fifty off a bricky