Cartiers & Palm Trees lyrics

[Intro]
Damjonboi
[Verse 1: Damjonboi]
Met a bad b*tch in the airport, on my way to the A
Slimmy B just tapped in, and told me meet him in the bay
Doing 90 in the vet, n*gga, f*ck who in the way
Hit the baddist b*tches, keep the whitest [?] on my face
3 clubs in 1 night, I might stay another day
They ain't wanna let us in, so we found another way
Drop a beat and go crazy, they comparing me to Ye
f*cking on your baby mama, told your son to go and play
If these n*ggas keep on hating, I'm a drop another chain
n*gga used to be my brother, now you just another lame
Just took a n*gga spot, he gotta find another lane
Rock presi on a b*tch, no ice, keep it plane
Yeah the n*gga [?] but if he ever say my name
n*ggas running out of sauce, ain't no need to explain
Touch down in your city, I'm just looking for the red
And I'm iced the f*ck up, nigas thought I signed with Vezz
n*ggas out here looking goofy, take your stupid ass to bed
[?] run up a dub, make me put it on your head
Told brodie f*ck his body, aim that b*tch at his head
I can see it in your eyes, lil b*tch, you really scared

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Just bought another chop, that I don't even really need
I just landed off the jet, I told him meet me in the V
Playing all my music back, I can't believe it's really me
I know tomorrow never promised, that it ain't sh*t guaranteed
They wanna lock me up, won't let me out b*tch I ain't [?]
Gotta get the cream, dolla bills, I feel like Raekwon
Thinking time is money, is you stupid? Ain't no play time
She like your D too B, this sh*t explosive like the [?]
[?] do the job, [?]
I met a couple [?], you been lieing for days
[?] fast ass b*tch, tried to lie 'bout her age
When I die, throw in my ice, so I can shine in my grave
If you need exotic oder, I got bags full of pounds
But if a n*gga got an issue, we got mags full of rounds
Left my city just to focus, I be back in a while
You would think I play the fire, how I back n*ggas down
[?] that's my brother, like my mama popped him out
Passing n*ggas in their pictures, now we gotta crop them out
Since you acting suicidal, b*tch, I'm leaving chalk around
n*gga, we could shoot it out, 'cause it ain't nothing to talk about
[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Baby wanna choose, but I said I need a fee
Tapped in with Jonboi, 'bout to meet him in the D
With the connect on three way, 'bout to meet him in a week
I don't internet beef, [?] meet me in the street
Diamonds hitting like they caught a [?] fowl
Bling bow, oo wow
Water dripping like the Nile, from the nickle to the mile
She on my pickle, I make her smile
Get to spitting, they go wild
Lotta n*ggas bit my style
[?] you Macgruff, you be f*cking with the law
Can't tell you how that pus*y feel, 'cause I be c*mming in her jaw
Sauce n*gga, so much sauce, I should work for [?]
All my bottoms red, n*ggas swerving down on Pyrule
I ain't crippin, I'm just blue strippin
Counting coupe chicken
Got your boo missing, you trippin wanna shoot pimpin
I'm from the heist hood, not a nice hood
Lose your life hood, rest in peace to [?] and Icewood