Kami - Palms lyrics

[Verse 1 Frank Leone] Sandy Beach, FrankieRaps on the speakers Chukwu, Savemoney, f** the Tity Boi feature I'm peachy sweet, flip the moniker to manic Can't stand, planted slanted fan of panicing the preachers To each his own, in my zone with your misses Zipper down, gown splittin' and bickering where to stick it You looking mad, f** it, she was looking bad Matter fact, tell Stella it's over, the groove's back Y'all trendy? Enough it, your group's wack While you lost in the shrooms, we scuba the damn map And looted your gram's pad, and scooted to Doc's Lab Off the hash, pound of flower Maui gra**, crash Splatter matter on the ave Split back to the trap, mixed berries in the gla** Off the copper with a mag Leave him screaming, "fu*k DE OPPS!" like Chewbacca with a rasp, b**h [Verse 2 Kami de Chukwu] Its purposeless scouting substance in a world full of worthlessness A quote for your day if you ain't heard of this Beat k**er naughty rhyme murder Guilty of all crimes with intent and purposes Spit That chicken soup for they soul On a path to the goal Had to stop on a road Collecting all that toll Self centered individuals f** the opposition Its them save money criminals Middle fingers to them crime fighters A unit chuck full of line steppers and lawbreaking rhymewriters On missions for them all night one nighters With tight lipped boot knockers And blue eyed knob shiners Thats a word to these hoes though When he spit the magic off the austin powers mojo And still kept the love short lived like frodo No info to them broke back bimbos mofo