Palm Trees in Miami

[Intro]
In like
Twenty more days, twenty-five more days, you know what I'm sayin', like
I'm poppin' out
You know what I'm sayin', like (This shit finna be a re-up)
Don't even worry 'bout it, just know I told y'all I'm comin' back soon as they ask, baby (Uh, Double 0)

[Verse]
Palm trees, Miami vibe, the bitch look bad, but she tell lies like woah
Double 0 flippin' the pies and servin' this shit
I'ma make sure my gang gon' eat for sure
Runnin' up racks on an everyday basis
Goin' three sixty-five, do two hundred or more
For the trappers and robbers, niggas be actin', imposters
All them poles get shot too, we don't sparе hoes, slatt, slatt (Denaro, wherе the love at?)
Long live Lat
Double 0 rockin' the same clothes, trappin' and servin', I get me a bird, go woah
Put on my ski, walk down with that glee
I don't fuck with them niggas, they won't fuck with me
Fall in love with the ho, but she been fuckin' me
Bad bitch, she slime, she keep white toes on her feet
Eliantte diamonds, they on my neck, my cheek
Watch I pop out, permanent flawless diamond teeth, woah
Double 0 ain't twenty, but still fuckin' bitches that damn near thirty
But I ain't slippin', my Glock in my britches
You make one move, then I'm shootin' that bitch like Scottie Pippen
Lil' bruh be trippin'
G6, no sleep, we don't do slippin'
Like GTA, know we handlin' missions
Two Glocks hold thirty, so that's really sixty, ayy
Like fuck it, equippin' the Glock with the switch and we bucket it
Shootin' the chop with the sixty, we uppin' it
Uppin' the score, we ain't missin'
You know that we thuggin', we slimin' the trenches
Bitch want a bag, but she ain't my ho
She ain't got cash, so she gotta roll
Havin' exotic 'bows, break 'em down, sell 'em whole
Double 0 fuckin' exotic bitches, do two in a row
Like fuck it, I know why these niggas got me in discussion
Ho Instagram famous, I treat her like woah
Uh, we don't play football, but we really in the field
The bullets do more than concussions
Niggas be swearin' they slime, tryna catch them a kill
The whole time lyin' and poppin' them pills
Put up, nigga want smoke, then my lil' nigga push up
Hop out and chopper, it shoot 'til you look up, uh
I cannot lie, but her head really fire
And I fuck with that ho 'cause she down with a nigga
He got hit with that fire, now his mama gon' cry
Even though I'm a rapper, get active, they know I'll slide
Say when you get a lil' money, you get a lil' power
Bought so many chops and Glocks, could shoot for hours
No bap, this time last year, I was in the A robbin'
Slimin', takin' this shit, give it here
Pourin' up purple, naw, it ain't red
Double example, I fuck with the dead
Nigga play with me, put one in his head
Walk a nigga down and show you ain't scared
Three shooters with switches, they do not miss
And they ready, they angry, they dump at a bitch
Every city or state, James Bond with that blick
Hit a lick, get a chain, now you turnt and you lit