Zackwoods - Palm Trees lyrics

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Zackwoods - Palm Trees lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa interview] Guy: How many times have you got jacked for, for weed now? Wiz: A lot Guy: A lot? Wiz: Like, more, like, more than eighteen Guy: Alright, so here's the thing...how many get that many, and get a day named after them in Pittsburgh? Wiz: (laughs) Well, you know, uh, weed is a peaceful drug [Verse 1: May Rock] Uh, it's funny how people agree with society “Weed is bad”, but saves lives, oh the irony All I do is smoke that green, like botany This ain't a rap, this my autobiography Lines from loose leaf, I ain't tryna save the trees On the road to riches, no fees, just breeze I am moi, I am Rock, very nice, oh that's right Man this sh** too strong, I be in the limelight Smoke a LeGarrette Blount, like I ran off the plug I am floating sky high, cuz I'm on some kind of drug and um You know what they say, if the shoe fits So throw shade like the hoes I went to school with Up in the clouds touch the sky, that's my physique All my verses fire like Snapchat streaks f** you thought this was, like a gram, I'm a G Smoking out the bowl, different strand every week I guess you're better off dead, coffin Smoke the weed, I'm coughin, Rozay bossin Just do it big out in Texas, Austin sh** Brazy got big B's, like Boston Stick with the chronic like my name Dr. Dre And the only girl I know that never cheats is Mary Jane Smoke weed, palm trees, south east I got no cla**, I'm enrolled at UT doe (ooouuu) [Verse 2: Zackwoods] Your Florida b**h a thot I porked her on the block under palm trees a lot Come in real quick, with your f**ing b**h What she do to me? Well dude she s**ed my f**ing dick If you bout to cry about it, then you're a p**y dude Your girl don't want you, just let her come to my crib bu*t naked, she ain't stealing, shouts out to Weezy That is some f**ing bars off Sorry for the Wait 2 But sorry for the f**ing weight, I got three pounds on me So that's why your car smells like f**ing bud buddy Bud Buddy Cianci, that's my f**ing dude He be robbing the state cause he's not a Jew He's Italian, so that's why he's cool for it But when Jews rob people I get really pissed off Don't do that sh** use your mouth to s** me Don't f**ing talk b**h, you aren't funny I don't wanna hear that sh**, dick up in your tummy Real quick, what's that black movie? Oh that sh**'s Belly Come back around got the best weed in town Say your b**h to s** it now, chop it down I flip a pound Real quick, might hit a lick, on your f**ing crib What did I take? Your f**ing baby crib Your f**ing sister's a b**h, and she s**ed my f**ing dick Then I robbed her f**ing room and I took all of her sh** (Hoedling) [Outro: Schoolboy Q and Mac Miller] n***as pulled me over (yeah) asked me for my license and registration (right) I give ‘em my license and registration (As you should) And he got the nerve to tell me I smell like weed n***a you asked for my license and registration Of course I smell like weed, n***a I smoke weed!