Arnold Palmer lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: StanWill]
All the tens I done hit, I can't even remember
Paid an arm just to eat, blew a sleeve on some dinner
All these icy pendants made your b*tch think it's December
DSM, we the militia, don't think you a member
Scrollin' through these model b*tches, who I'm tryna hit the most?
Martinis in bikinis, me and your b*tch hit the coast
I was swingin' with my back against the ropes
All this f*ckin' Christian in her closet, think my b*tch the Pope
Chilly in these motherf*ckin' streets, thе bullets hit his coat
He be rappin' cap a lot, hе in the booth with fitteds on
I do real estate, I send them .308s to hit his home
Words never hurt my opps, so that's why we keep sticks and stones
Pendants on my neck clankin', I got the b*tches' necks breakin'
Turned the floor into a work of art, you know I step Maison
Glocky might do him foul, but this TEC flavor
Funny he thought he had all that heart, we left his chest vacant

[Verse 2: J1Hunnit]
I rock Chrome Heart cross, don't celebrate the Pagan
I heard he sweet and a pig, we make candied bacon
I'm eatin' ackee and saltfish, my girlfriend Jamaican
Bro'll pull a string with that mop, but we ain't watching Breaking
He don't need a sling for the chop, he shoot like John Matrix
I made a ten-ball in a fifty-dollar pair of ASICs
The Hutch make it hard for them to see, they might need some LASIK
Unc' beatin' white in the kitchen, but don't think we racist
Dropped a four of freaky T in my Arnold Palmer
The Trish taste kinda weird, it ain't like Alpharma
Red cheese, fifty-dollar bills, I come chicken parma
Blue notes, not Aruba money, and it's off the corner
New crops comin' in, I get strands from farmers
I'm not a little local artist, I'm a paid performer
I can tell I'm gettin' close, the sensations warmer
You n*ggas peewee ballin', I don't play Pop Warner
[Outro: J1Hunnit]
Shrimp-ass dweeb
1Hunnit
Dog sh*t posse, Militia
Lab business