Prompt / Lyrics
Chorus Palm trees, gold teeth, bad bitches on go Bay slide, bass high, trunk still on blow Whole squad outside and the night too toxic She want one good man but still love bad options Palm trees, gold teeth, tan lines, no shame Club lights, boss talk, all gas, no brakes I’m from the side where the game stay polished Too much motion, too many palm trees and problems Verse 1 Ghost ride drip, white tee, fresh ones clean Sac town player with a mouth too mean She can tell off top I don’t beg, don’t chase I just pick, then choose, let the rest fall in place Thump in the trunk make the whole block lean Bad lil thing tryna climb in the scene She brought two friends, both choosing up One got a man, still acting up I’m too fly, too fresh, too gone Hyphy in my blood when the beat come on Little bit slick, little bit rude But I keep it real when I slide through smooth She like my talk, how I laugh, how I stare How I smell like money and bad ideas in the air Bridge Go dumb, get loose, let the bassline slap Hands on hips when she throw that back If the vibe too stiff, I’ma skate right by Too much game in my blood to be wasting my night Chorus Palm trees, gold teeth, bad bitches on go Bay slide, bass high, trunk still on blow Whole squad outside and the night too toxic She want one good man but still love bad options Palm trees, gold teeth, tan lines, no shame Club lights, boss talk, all gas, no brakes I’m from the side where the game stay polished Too much motion, too many palm trees and problems Verse 2 She want that smooth talk, G-funk on the ride One hand on her waist, one hand on the wheel while I glide Say she never met a one like me That can talk so greasy and still sound clean I told her don’t trip, baby, enjoy the wave I’m outside all summer, I behave how I’m paid One in the city, one out the way One text “you up?” like twice a day I don’t lie, I just don’t lock in fast You can ride for the night, don’t make it last She like how I move, all calm, no rush Till that bass hit hard and I act too much Bay boy bounce with a grown-man grin Good girls fold when the charm kick in Bridge Real ones feel it when the low end hit Talkbox smooth on some player-ass shit West Coast night, whole world on tilt If she choose up right, she can ride that silk Final Chorus Palm trees, gold teeth, bad bitches on go Bay slide, bass high, trunk still on blow Whole squad outside and the night too toxic She want one good man but still love bad options Palm trees, gold teeth, tan lines, no shame Club lights, boss talk, all gas, no brakes I’m from the side where the game stay polished Too much motion, too many palm trees and problems Ending Sac to the Bay, baby. Same smoke.
Tags
Bay Area hyphy club rap, West Coast bounce, G-funk hook, heavy bass, player anthem, summer night energy, male
Duration
3:15
Instrumental
No
Created
3/17/2026