Palm Trees

Palm Trees Lyrics

[Hook: Meech]
So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand
Then I palm trees
So when you throw shade
Nigga never harm me
So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand
Then I palm trees
So when you throw shade
Nigga never harm me

[Verse 1: Meech]
Lions dont lose sleep over the opinion of sheep
On the road to the riches
Money sticking to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique
Skinny Darky Meech
Niggas with the most opinions, usually have the least
Its funny how now rappers be on the druggy sh*t
Downloaded my tape, sat back, study sh*t
Acid pack a hundred hits, shrooms, caps and hash bricks
Trippy like that destiny child sh*t, on 106
This white b**ch, had the f**king nerves to call me a nigga
When she the one paying the surgeon
For her lips to get bigger, do you get the bigger picture
Shes intact with my nigga, you sneak dissing
Taking jabs, get your boxing on
Cus you aint get the word, Im black leather in the octagon
This sh*t is straight absurd,
Do not hate me cus your life is sh*tty
I show no pitty you turd
You better off in the dirt, naw
You better off dead, like the title of my

[Hook: Meech]

[Verse: Zombie Juice]
Everyday, me and Mary J
You might say Im addicted
But me, Im truly lifted
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd
Smoking girls out, sour by the ounce
Mary never cheat me,
Mary not a backstabbing b**ch
That dont lie and deceive me
Spread it even!
Hash wax in the evening
Dabble, die trying, on the road to Zion
Damn, they try and stick me for my paper
They trynna take me under
Ive seen it through the vapors
Jealous ones killed envy
Got a couple real with me
And my b**ch, will talk some sh*t
And smoke the kill with me
Meech will hide the body, enough of that tho
They sayin talk is cheap
So Ill be smiling when we meet
They screamin Zombies, out in England
But Im on the block with Mary, pushing and dreaming
Ah, ah ah ah, Im feeling myself
Dizzle, fo shizzle my nizzle spittin riddles on instrumentals
Trippy life, brought it in the
Feel my appetite (Feel my appetite?)

[Hook: Meech]

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Could be your mans, or be your fan
Or be your pen, pay your dues
Man I gotta choose, whether I
Lose or win this, for a friend
Cant determind the difference
The instace they see you peaking
They pussy leaking fluid
My nigga, what is you doing
All black in the back
as Im making murderous music
We dont rep the same things
Nah, dont bother confuse it
So much stressing on my brain
Momma think Imma lose it
Human vagabond
Stole your panties in my carry on
Why you hating niggas acting
Honest bro, f**k your publication ese
Im a third wheel, aritecht blow your mind
Set stress but wont swell
Uh yes, I smoke kill
Im crack, you smoke grills
I pack, you dope deal
In fact, Im so chill
Im never of the
Six stinches to your image
Not offended, when you call me genius

[Hook: Meech]