Palm Trees & Problems

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.