84 Palms Lyrics

(Yvksel)

Talking all of, this and that

I done came through, and I flooded pack's

The ash I burned, just burned me back

I'm sipping trón, I ain't got time for nac

Shorty wanna talk about my big ol' diamonds

We can hold the conversation, long as she smiling

Baby take this trip, let's put some mileage

I ain't got no time, if I'm being honest

Spilled the trón, all over my body

I'm wet asl, like Ricky after the shoty

I'm making move's, like John f. Gotti

NewWave take over, this won't be copied

Ain't nobody round me had them a Masi

A couple niggas round me had them a body

NewWave takeover, this won't be copied

I'm kicking my shit, couldn't play in Karate

Still catching flights everyday, it's a hobby

Nah I don't need a job, I'm sorry

Just left Pittsburgh, back to the Rari

Playing in the streets, like the game was Atari

Fucking like a beast, got her saying I'm sorry

I'm 20 years old, and only been to three parties

Cause I'm running it up, like my name Ed Hardy

Once we touch them figure's, we gone get departed

I been fucking this bitch, till it sound like she farted

Pussy wet drip flooded, just like New Orleans

Better call up FEMA, if she wanna save her daughter

I been doing pretty good, saving every other quarter

I ain't got time to play, if you want it place your order

I been feining just to kill a nigga, take em cross the border

Take em to a special place, where they label me a hoarder

Reinvest all the digits, big Tia and Tamora's

I done made 13 bands this month, tweaking off this Mango I forgot to hit my lawyer

Rather work alive, than rest in the soil

Blowing all this smoke, should of said out of order

Restock the pack's, like we got em from Florida

Trappin' with my hat, like I'm part of the Loiter

Squad is the best, you could never afford em

Real deal squad, known to get it cross the border

Me and my guy's, ain't never had a major

All we did was double back, made a label

Real thick bitch, and she say she from Decatur

All that ass do, is just bring more hater's

Running with a sniper who be better called, a baker

Sitting on the couch, pop a Tater in his Potato

Call me Neji, 84 Palm maker

Shippuden status, life started gettin' greater

Dubbed my life, I couldn't do the subtitle's

I done picked nunchu up, before I read the Bible

My ninja way, gone always share the lighter

You my nigga gotta hit em, yeah you gotta on sight em

Won't no practice, couldn't get no recital

Like the fresh fronto from the Reggie shop, gotta light em

Hit her from the back, now she feelin' entitled

Reworked the Numbers, now I'm lookin' like her idol

I done see Survivor, so I don't wanna chance it

I'ma keep her guessing, acting real romantic

While in reality, I'm sticking to the plan and

Making real boss moves, while I'm coolin' on a hammock

Got a bitch that I fuck, when I'm only done scammin'

Say she like the way it feel, when approves get handed

She a real crazy bitch, she was diagnosed Manic

NewWave takeover, caint copy

This done became my, new hobby

Might spray em down straight in the lobby

Diamonds hitting hard, stones really Rocky

Hitting on this champ, feeling like a Jockey

Where I'm from, niggas really cock it

Blow that shit, till it's nonstopin'

"Brains oozing out, that shit look like some vomit"

R.I.P. to Pappy, TFG the promise

PBG Kemo got crazy, I'm being modest

R.I.P. to Smylez, cause he really started

All of the shit, that we goin' hard in

That's how we know, that it's truly God sent

Gotta take time, just to repent

Let your bands stack, hit the deep end

Get your guard up, get on defense