Nick Speed - Plaid Palm Trees lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Dopehead] I just want to rage and k** rappers on stage Boss up shake down in your baby mama face You rappers dick s**in', Y'all way past fake If you ain't a Bruiser stay the f** up out my face Dopehead, nightmare, natural disaster Battle me? Results to suits, flowers, and pastors Oh that's your b**h? It really don't matter For breakfast bust a nut up in her pancake batter After tech s**, she give me wet neck No attention to these rappers, these n***as is self check Everybody buzzin' albums and they music garbage Dopehead b**h, I'm just getting started Style so Bruiser, see it from a block away Punch you in the throat and say "f** what you 'bout to say" f** rappers; you say you real, but all you do is gossip These cake n***as 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