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.
Sir_Daddy_Smackemz
