Cartiers & Palm Trees

[Intro]
Damjonboi
[Verse 1: Damjonboi]
Met a bad bitch in the airport, on my way to the A
Slimmy B just tapped in, and told me meet him in the bay
Doing 90 in the vet, nigga, fuck who in the way
Hit the baddist bitches, keep the whitest [?] on my face
3 clubs in 1 night, I might stay another day
They ain't wanna let us in, so we found another way
Drop a beat and go crazy, they comparing me to Ye
Fucking on your baby mama, told your son to go and play
If these niggas keep on hating, I'm a drop another chain
Nigga used to be my brother, now you just another lame
Just took a nigga spot, he gotta find another lane
Rock presi on a bitch, no ice, keep it plane
Yeah the nigga [?] but if he ever say my name
Niggas running out of sauce, ain't no need to explain
Touch down in your city, I'm just looking for the red
And I'm iced the fuck up, nigas thought I signed with Vezz
Niggas out here looking goofy, take your stupid ass to bed
[?] run up a dub, make me put it on your head
Told brodie fuck his body, aim that bitch at his head
I can see it in your eyes, lil bitch, you really scared

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Just bought another chop, that I don't even really need
I just landed off the jet, I told him meet me in the V
Playing all my music back, I can't believe it's really me
I know tomorrow never promised, that it ain't shit guaranteed
They wanna lock me up, won't let me out bitch I ain't [?]
Gotta get the cream, dolla bills, I feel like Raekwon
Thinking time is money, is you stupid? Ain't no play time
She like your D too B, this shit explosive like the [?]
[?] do the job, [?]
I met a couple [?], you been lieing for days
[?] fast ass bitch, tried to lie 'bout her age
When I die, throw in my ice, so I can shine in my grave
If you need exotic oder, I got bags full of pounds
But if a nigga got an issue, we got mags full of rounds
Left my city just to focus, I be back in a while
You would think I play the fire, how I back niggas down
[?] that's my brother, like my mama popped him out
Passing niggas in their pictures, now we gotta crop them out
Since you acting suicidal, bitch, I'm leaving chalk around
Nigga, we could shoot it out, 'cause it ain't nothing to talk about

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Baby wanna choose, but I said I need a fee
Tapped in with Jonboi, 'bout to meet him in the D
With the connect on three way, 'bout to meet him in a week
I don't internet beef, [?] meet me in the street
Diamonds hitting like they caught a [?] fowl
Bling bow, oo wow
Water dripping like the Nile, from the nickle to the mile
She on my pickle, I make her smile
Get to spitting, they go wild
Lotta niggas bit my style
[?] you Macgruff, you be fucking with the law
Can't tell you how that pussy feel, 'cause I be cumming in her jaw
Sauce nigga, so much sauce, I should work for [?]
All my bottoms red, niggas swerving down on Pyrule
I ain't crippin, I'm just blue strippin
Counting coupe chicken
Got your boo missing, you trippin wanna shoot pimpin
I'm from the heist hood, not a nice hood
Lose your life hood, rest in peace to [?] and Icewood