Palm Angels In The Sky - 42 Dugg

Pssht, c’mon

Y’all know what the fuck goin' on

YaDigg (That shit flexin', I’m good)

Young Pharaoh on the beat

I am too nigga (Ooh, ooh), young and timeless

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

Fuck his BM and his sister, yeah, I’m that type

White gold, AP, that’s my new bitch

Catch the speed on the East clutchin' two sticks

Ridin' .11s on the house, this for you Trick

Niggas always see me out, never do shit

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 nigga like me, she nervous

A hunnid thousand in the red bag, Supreme

Young bad bitch, still I had the beans

Say her nigga, turn her back 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 bitches 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 concert off six blunts

Ex been in her feelings for like six months

Only bitch around, can’t get fucked

She was still movin' around stuff when the Benz fucked

Doin' a hunnid down Mound dodging potholes

Put a one on a one with my eyes closed

Name another young nigga with two buss Cubans

Put a link on my dudes, nigga, fuck Cubans

Hit a lotta bad bitches and I fuck Cubans

Keep doggy bone with me 'till he wanna eat

'Coulda want a good bitch, only want a freak

We don’t pay for pussy, every bitch go for free

I fuck a nigga auntie, I fuck a nigga niece

Fifty-eight for the hoes, break it down in the Jeep

Forty-eight for the Gs, yeah, I left with my nigga Young

Stash mob for the trees while I fist with my son

Flame got shit 'fore I go and block a nigga

Oh, he fuckin' with a move?

Come and top a nigga

Thirteen, hard and ain’t got it rockin' with me

Yeah, I don’t squash shit, I sock a nigga

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 nigga with three buss downs

You’re a fool through the mail who just touched down

Couple hunnid on her nails, sit the fuck 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, fuck that

Four high speeds in the 'Cat, where the truck at?

I ain’t never go and played a bitch with my buff sack

Couple chains on, dog, I’m thinkin' 'bout the Patek

Highs for my momma, no sleep for my daddy

You ain’t get shit lil' nigga if you ratted

Boys over everything, and we got it tatted

Tryna be my main thing, really, bitch, how?

'Cause you a turnt nigga, I was fuckin' with a child

Oh, we done burn, niggas, everybody droppin' fire

Fifteen for the plane, pyromaniacs in the sky

Ah

Nigga, prepare