Palms & Beaches lyrics

[Intro: Jake Hole]
J-J-J-J-Jake Hole
I love you, Mr. Hole!
Yeah
Wow, wow, frick
Flight just landed
I'm with big Woss
I'm with my dog, Bar
Yeah
What's good, Cali?
What's good?
Hehehe

[Verse 1: Jake Hole]
Red or blue
I'm tryna get with your bestie
Chrome Hearts thong
Saint Laurent for the red tee
Big dudes
I'm not looking for no breasties
West Coast vacay
Tryna see some testes
Brodie ain't a hoover
But he vacuum sucking it
Chode all in my booty
Got your main dude loving it
He look like Jonah Hill
He super bad, he McLovin it
G-strings on
Reaching in him, I be puppeting
Big dong, big balls, big cheeks
Homie whiter than vanilla
Still a cеrtified freak
We bе rolling, riding, spilling out
On navy blue sheets
Put my toes all on the ceiling
I be lifting up feet
In the air
Taking pairs, left, right
Split 'em up, jump in it
I get the most pipe in the city
You fricker
Man titties
Dang, he got the biggest
Catch his load midair
Then I swish it, then swig it, like
Compton, Watts
Oakland, no twats
Just buss, just nuts
Just butt, just c*cks
On Rosecrans
Hitting up strip clubs, rocked
Hit licks on cake
Punch tongue in box
"I love you, Mr. Hole!"
Do you, do you really?
If you really loved me
You'd be rubbing on this willy
And if you really did
We'd be Tubi and chilling
If you really did
We'd be digging and drilling
In butt, in rear
Licking 'til hole clear
Chug nuts like beers
Grindr poppin' when I'm near
And it's fellas popping biddies
When I land off the Leer
And it's sex by the ocean
On the Santa Monica Pier
Jacques
And I'm heavy with the meats
Got a BBL booty
It be taking up two seats
Got him down up on his knees
Like I'm offering a treat
Might kick him out the crib
If he peeing on my seat, like
[Chorus: Jake Hole]
Palm trees and beaches
Walk around with the heat on me
Mango's in the c*cktail
Male nudies in the Gmail
I need it slowly
Deep strokes make him look back at it
Splash on him like an iced out Patek
Keep going 'til he done 'bout had it, ay

[Verse 2: KolossalKocks]
Wet
Either spit or it might be nut
Kids running down my back
Like an ice cream truck
Under covers with my bros
Like some lightning struck
Straight sh*t
But his wife think it might be sus
f*ck that
Dig and Jake in that buttcrack
Butt slap
Sloppy, musty top like a truck hat
Hauling in whatever
Store it all where my butt's at
Exotic booty flesh on speed dial
On this WhatsApp
Come Jack
Hop into the bedroom cheesin'
It's a c*ck boy summer
AKA fruit season
On the West Coast
f*cking in a brand new region
Got the prostates pulsing
Waiting for this p*nis
We got di*k in LA
Butt open in Oakland
Call it "Throatland"
Speechless
They be gagging and choking
We be rabid and stroking
n*ggas savagely broken
Manifesting new booties
b*tches mad that we spoke it
'Cause we gone
Twerking in a snakeskin thong
Bring your dad in
Baby be the next kin gone
Point my rocket at your uncle
I'm the next Kim Jong
King of the n*ggas
And the sex men Kong
I don't bang red or blue
I just bang mens blue
And the concrete jungle?
Now the Bang Men Zoo
n*ggas booties levitating
Like the hangman's noose
It get ugly
I don't even bang men nude
We got ass jumping
di*k veins pumping
What flavor is the gooch?
We just tryna see something
Baby boy just open up
To let this fat D dump in
But you gotta spread that throat
Or else the semen start clumping
I'ma hop-skip and dive
Nuts first into them asscheeks
Hard body, rough
While I'm shreddin' all that ass meat
Bloody, spraying brown
Dookie sauce from his black creek
Open it and swallow, b*tch
I love to waft them gas leaks
[Chorus: Jake Hole]
Palm trees and beaches
Walk around with the heat on me
Mango's in the c*cktail
Male nudies in the Gmail
I need it slowly
Deep strokes make him look back at it
Splash on him like an iced out Patek
Keep going 'til he done 'bout had it, ay

[Verse 3: DigBar]
I'm on the West Coast
Looking for wet throats
Handcuffs locked to the bed
I mean the bedpost
Then I popped that blue pill
So I can get that best stroke
LA, I'm just tryna play with balls
Like I'm Luka
I'm a wide receiver for them balls
Like I'm Puka
In the shower
I be scrubbing on my mans with a loofah
When his nuts wet
I reach down, and then I scoop 'em
Then I crip walk
Toting that big di*k as my weapon
I'm cuddled up with black bubble butts
Watching Jetsons
I'm with Jack Hole and Sir Kocks
It's a blessing
Diving to the butt and stretch it out
Ain't no stretching
I'm in an all-black Cadillac
With blacks in the back smoking Blacks
DigBar running track
After track, after track
In my room, you hear smack
After smack, after smack
I see meat, I give jack
After jack, after jack
They call me Jack Black
Because I jack black
If a n*gga straight
I'm turning red like I'm Jack-Jack
Met a thick dude, he 21
I call him Black Jack
Bring him to my house
And had him open like a backpack
Like a backpack, n*gga
Like a JanSport
He can't fit his fingers around my wiener
'Cause his hands short
Straight sex, man, we gotta ban it
This a man's sport
A country where it's only gay n*ggas
I could stand for
[Outro: DigBar]
We gon' give 'em that West Coast c*ck
(We got c*ck for that butt, n*gga)
They ain't never seen nothing like this
We gon' give 'em that West Coast c*ck
(We got c*ck for that butt, n*gga)
You won't see us popping out with no blicks
We gon' give 'em that West Coast c*ck
KolossalKocks, Jake and then Dig
We gon' give 'em that West Coast c*ck
(I promise we got c*ck for that butt)
(We got c*ck for that butt, n*gga)

[Skit: Jake Hole, KolossalKocks & DigBar]
f*ck that, Dig and Jake in my buttcrack
Butt slap, sloppy, musty shop li—
Wait, wait
Here he go with this bullsh*t again, man
No, no, no, no
Ay
Wait, hold up, Kolossal
Yo, Jake, why you stop the beat, man?
We are not in your butt
Kolossal, ay
Ay
We're not in your ass, n*gga
We're not in your buttcrack
Wh— Ni— What you mean?
Stop saying that sh*t
Dig and me, y— we're not—
Aight, n*gga
W-We're not in your—
Just— just take it from the top
Okay, a-aight
Always tryna put n*ggas in your ass