Flatbush Zombies - Palm Trees lyrics

rate me

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand

Then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand

Then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

Lions don’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep

On the road to the riches, money sticking to my cleats

I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Darky Meech

Niggas with the most opinions usually have the least

It's funny how now rappers be on they druggy shit

Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied shit

Acid pack a hundred hits, shrooms, caps and hash bricks

Trippy like that Destiny Child shit, on 106

This white bitch had the fucking nerve to call me a nigga

When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get bigger

Do you get the bigger picture, shit is backwards my nigga

You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get your boxing on

‘Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the octagon

This shit is straight absurd

Do not hate me ‘cause your life is shitty

I show no pity you turd, you better off in the dirt

Now you better off dead, like the title of my work

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand

Then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

Every day me and Mary Jane

You might say I'm addicted but me, I'm truly lifted

Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd

Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce

Mary never cheat me

Mary not a backstabbing bitch that'll lie and deceive me

Spread it even, even

Hash wax in the evening

Dab or die trying, on the road to Zion

Damn, they try and stick me for my paper

They tryna take me under, I've seen it through the vapors

Jealous ones killed envy, got a couple real with me

And my bitch, will talk some shit and smoke the kill with me

Meech will hide the body, enough of that though

They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we meet

They screaming zombie out in England

But I'm on the block with Mary, pushing and dreaming

I'm feeling myself

Dizzle, fo' shizzle my nizzle spitting riddles on instrumentals

Trippy life, blotted it in the night

Feel my appetite, feel my appetite

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand

Then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

Could be your mans or be your fan or be your kin

Pay your dues, man, I gotta choose whether I lose or win this foe or friend

Can't determine the difference

The instance they see you peaking, they pussy leaking fluid

My nigga, what is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick

I'm proving I'm sadistic and sinning as I'm making murderous music

We don't rep the same things, no, don't bother confuse it

So much stressing on my brain, momma think I'mma lose it

Human vagabond, hoes that store they panties in my carry on

Why you hating niggas acting nonchalant

Honest bro, fuck your publications that say I'm a third wheel

Architect, blow your mind, set stress but won't squeal

Oh, yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you smoke krills

I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so chill

I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to your image

Not offended when you call me genius

All that means is

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand

Then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

Thanks to Meeeechy for correcting these lyrics