in my palace tri ferg flow cold as an iceberg chillin smokin on this lemonade on the beach posted in the shade i take a pull off the swisher sweet i let the tide wash over my feet the sun sets up over the beach as i burn the marijuana leaf i got these b*tches goin crazy they goin crazy and alll you rappers is fugazi your lyrics lazy i’m lookin wavy i’m wavy my sh*t is molten could call it moltres i’m ballin finesse yo b*tch n put her in some dolce you see me i’m lookin breezy i’m smokin sea weed u need me i’m rollin 3 deep up in the 2 seat i’m gloed up in the rover i’m sippin syrup in my soda i’m smokin doja i’m smokin doja pretty boy swag yeah i’m back up in this b*tch wit a whole gang of pretty ladies packed up in this b*tch we been sippin act up in this b*tch smokin backwoods back to back to back up in this b*tch get it crackin in this b*tch never lackin in the b*tch smokin backwoods back to back to back up in this b*tch ain no fitteds man it’s only polo caps up in this b*tch smokin backwoods back to back to back up in this b*tch