"Palm Angels" lyrics
Drego Lyrics
I just popped Serena's sister, got me higher than Venus
They got my dog sittin' down like he a paraplegic
Niggas be snitchin', rattin', tellin', pointin', sayin' they seen it
Sellin' this white, sellin' this brown, feelin' like Peter and Cleveland (I got exotic pack)
Man
I'm thinkin' like Brandon Graham, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' a sack
She told her mama she find a rich nigga, she ain't comin' back
I'm thinkin' 'bout shit from years ago, I still wan' get 'em whacked
I'm thinkin' 'bout when I slept on the couch and floor to move the bag
Should pick to get back the lean you spilled to the niggas that up and left
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, that's like a hundred in cash
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a mag
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a bag (Man)
My dope come off Miami port, now, nigga, that's Palm Angels
Niggas be tryna double cross me, comin' at all angles
Should've worked at HR Block 'cause all I do is tax
Shit, I should've worked at Fed-Ex, all I move is packs
Damn, the squad be shootin' fast, think it's this new attachment
Ridin' around with plastic Glocks, my bitch ass full of plastic
I just popped Serena's sister, got me higher than Venus
They got my dog sittin' down like he a paraplegic
Niggas be snitchin', rattin', tellin', pointin', sayin' they seen it
Sellin' this white, sellin' this brown, feelin' like Peter and Cleveland
Found a million-dollar route, don't see me never leavin'
Help my mama see a billion, I been out here schemin' (Man)
I'm thinkin' like Brandon Graham, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' a sack
She told her mama she find a rich nigga, she ain't comin' back
I'm thinkin' 'bout shit from years ago, I still wan' get 'em whacked
I'm thinkin' 'bout when I slept on the couch and floor to move the bag
Should pick to get back the lean you spilled to the niggas that up and left
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, that's like a hundred in cash
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a mag
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a bag (Man)
I'm thinkin' 'bout my ex-bitch head, I'm thinkin' 'bout doublin' back
The bag, it move so fast, like a loss in 2K, I'm runnin' it back
Every time I get ahead, it's like I'm stumblin' back
All these eagles floatin' around, I think I'm Donovan McNabb
Treat him like some Off-White kicks and give his toe a tag
Treat a nigga like a coward, buy his ho a bag
Treat the pros like Keith Sweat, I'm tryna make it last
Might hit Am-Ex on a Sunday just to buy some casket
I don't be listenin' when they talkin' 'cause all they talk is cabbage
Get a slab and lock it up, be thinkin' like Chris Masters
I know my son gon' be the shit, I be thinkin' like Lonzo daddy
All these goddamn LA bales got me thinkin' like Patti
They got my dog sittin' down like he a paraplegic
Niggas be snitchin', rattin', tellin', pointin', sayin' they seen it
Sellin' this white, sellin' this brown, feelin' like Peter and Cleveland (I got exotic pack)
Man
I'm thinkin' like Brandon Graham, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' a sack
She told her mama she find a rich nigga, she ain't comin' back
I'm thinkin' 'bout shit from years ago, I still wan' get 'em whacked
I'm thinkin' 'bout when I slept on the couch and floor to move the bag
Should pick to get back the lean you spilled to the niggas that up and left
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, that's like a hundred in cash
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a mag
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a bag (Man)
My dope come off Miami port, now, nigga, that's Palm Angels
Niggas be tryna double cross me, comin' at all angles
Should've worked at HR Block 'cause all I do is tax
Shit, I should've worked at Fed-Ex, all I move is packs
Damn, the squad be shootin' fast, think it's this new attachment
Ridin' around with plastic Glocks, my bitch ass full of plastic
I just popped Serena's sister, got me higher than Venus
They got my dog sittin' down like he a paraplegic
Niggas be snitchin', rattin', tellin', pointin', sayin' they seen it
Sellin' this white, sellin' this brown, feelin' like Peter and Cleveland
Found a million-dollar route, don't see me never leavin'
Help my mama see a billion, I been out here schemin' (Man)
I'm thinkin' like Brandon Graham, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' a sack
She told her mama she find a rich nigga, she ain't comin' back
I'm thinkin' 'bout shit from years ago, I still wan' get 'em whacked
I'm thinkin' 'bout when I slept on the couch and floor to move the bag
Should pick to get back the lean you spilled to the niggas that up and left
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, that's like a hundred in cash
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a mag
You ain't even gotta ask, dog, you know I keep a bag (Man)
I'm thinkin' 'bout my ex-bitch head, I'm thinkin' 'bout doublin' back
The bag, it move so fast, like a loss in 2K, I'm runnin' it back
Every time I get ahead, it's like I'm stumblin' back
All these eagles floatin' around, I think I'm Donovan McNabb
Treat him like some Off-White kicks and give his toe a tag
Treat a nigga like a coward, buy his ho a bag
Treat the pros like Keith Sweat, I'm tryna make it last
Might hit Am-Ex on a Sunday just to buy some casket
I don't be listenin' when they talkin' 'cause all they talk is cabbage
Get a slab and lock it up, be thinkin' like Chris Masters
I know my son gon' be the shit, I be thinkin' like Lonzo daddy
All these goddamn LA bales got me thinkin' like Patti
