Palm Angels
[Intro]
Holy
Menoh!

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
He an angel (Angel), that designer (That designer)
I'ma put him on that map (Bop, bop)
You can't find him (You can't find him)
And I think that she love me or my Palm Angels (Nah)
I just woke up, said, "Good morning" to my haters (Hello)
Ooh, nah, nah (Nah), I got the sun out (Sun)
I'm eating good (Bop), baby, I had mericana (Oh, nah)
Ooh, la-la (La-la), shout out my lover (Lover)
We gon' be good baby, in NY, ayy, we ten up (Ten up)

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
I'm ten up (Ten mil'), come bring your friends out (Friends)
We shoot a video (Vid'), bring the lens out (Bring the lens)
My shawty natural (Gang), don't need no 'fects, yeah (No 'fects)
You niggas nasty (Nasty), need to get cleansed, yeah (Uh)
Feelin' empty, I beat it (Bop, bop)
I had to go earn it, you tryna be fiendin' (Squad, squad, squad)
I feel like Floyd, can't be defeated (Nah)
Tell lil' bitch, shit, get speeded (Speeded)
She offer her love, I don't need it (Don't need it)
She tried to finesse, tried to be greedy (I need her)
I need a bitch who don't need me (Uh-huh)
I got a bitch who don't need me (Uh-huh)
And they call me, see I'm balling now (Hah, nah, nah)
'Member they weren't calling now
I know my momma proud of me (Proud of me)
It's fuck y'all haters, all of y'all (All of y'all)
Came with two sticks like I'm Frosty, feel like Autumn! now (Gang)
'Member we was bro's, come on nigga, why you oppin' now? (Bop, bop, bop)
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
He an angel (Angel), that designer (That designer)
I'ma put him on that map (Bop, bop)
You can't find him (You can't find him)
And I think that she love me or my Palm Angels (Nah)
I just woke up, said, "Good morning" to my haters (Hello)
Ooh, nah, nah (Nah), I got the sun out (Sun)
I'm eating good (Bop), baby, I had mericana (Oh, nah)
Ooh, la-la (La-la), shout out my lover (Lover)
We gon' be good baby, in NY, ayy, we ten up (Ten up)

[Verse 2: Zeph France]
I want me a bag, nigga, had to go a different way (Yeah)
In New York with Tecca, yeah, I'm ballin' like the NBA (NBA)
I was on the interstate, tryna get a dinner plate (Yeah)
Hatin' niggas, feel the way
Fuck that shit, I'm feelin' great
Bag gettin' heavy, had to stuff that bitch with twenties (Yeah)
I'm with Tecca and Guiseppe (Yeah)
You can never disrespect me (Yeah)
I can't let no nigga test me (Yeah)
He want some smoke (Yeah), then come and get me (Yeah)
I only fucked her 'cause she let me
Me and all my niggas ready, yeah
Ready for that action, know you acting, you be cappin'
Nigga better hope he packin', if he ain't then we gon' blast him
My team lit just like some matches, all my niggas livin' lavish
Gotta bring the fuckin' bag in, fuck it up, then bring it back in
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
He an angel (Angel), that designer (That designer)
I'ma put him on that map (Bop, bop)
You can't find him (You can't find him)
And I think that she love me or my Palm Angels (Nah)
I just woke up, said, "Good morning" to my haters (Hello)
Ooh, nah, nah (Nah), I got the sun out (Sun)
I'm eating good (Bop), baby, I had mericana (Oh, nah)
Ooh, la-la (La-la), shout out my lover (Lover)
We gon' be good baby, in NY, ayy, we ten up (Ten up)