Plaid Palm Trees Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Dopehead]
I just want to rage and kill rappers on stage
Boss up shake down in your baby mama face
You rappers dick suckin', Y'all way past fake
If you ain't a Bruiser stay the f*ck up out my face
Dopehead, nightmare, natural disaster
Battle me? Results to suits, flowers, and pastors
Oh that's your bitch? It really don't matter
For breakfast bust a nut up in her pancake batter
After tech sex, she give me wet neck
No attention to these rappers, these niggas is self check Everybody buzzin' albums and they music garbage
Dopehead bitch, I'm just getting started
Style so Bruiser, see it from a block away
Punch you in the throat and say "f*ck what you 'bout to say"
f*ck rappers; you say you real, but all you do is gossip
These cake niggas punk, fake, and never prosper
I'm from the jungle where a pistol is the dress code
Crummy got locked and Big Meech had the best dope

916e46b9c01e76a7ed0045d5d0e133e0