Lyrics:
snitching
Off a perk 2 days Later
Still scratch ma head
Off these drugs Im itching
When you talking to these hoes
Never bring up my business
We can't post
bring my name up
Had a girl post my scratches but fuck it, it don't even matter man
You can catch me wherever the money at
I been staying lowkey running
York Post don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper 'cause I smacked that girl
She's
coasta New York Post
Yo New York Post don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper cause I
her
But instead I post her on the wall of the hotel room
I don't really get the picture
She showed up
Snapchat no filter
Now she trying to get a picture
now we post-diplomacy
Premium on my people who post up power fists globally
Everything is new
Everything is old
Way I take an Uber when I need to go
my game
I say
Post and delete, (wow), yeah
Post and delete, (yeah) ha
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, woah, post and delete
Post and delete, (yeah)
messed up the vibe
And this is all the time, I said it's all the time
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back,
stepped up, so what up?
Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts
I cold crush every beat that I touch
My words silk and my flow is pure plush
Tell
even got one cent
How the fuck a nigga finna go and get a lunch meal?
All that's on my mind is I gotta get a dollar, dollar, dollar (get it)
Hit up my
a pair of new shoes
Folks nem said ain't no love for a thot
Bring the bitch around we gone make her do the block
Put her on the team post up at the spot
with
I could be seen as a sideshow but I'm really top interest
Bring better performances with my files corrupted
I hit the bat and pass it back without
And if it got a switch feds finna pick it up
Tough luck you's a victim or you take it on the chin
My car payment late and we short on the rent
Everybody
Ayo Jay word up, these motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green
Ayo Jay word up, these motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green
Body like a model, booty so colossal
I wanna grip her like the bottom of the bottle
Drop it down low, bring it up real slow
'Bout to go down, make
double-up what I made last year
Baby bring that ass, ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, work
smokin' a blunt
Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
Post with my kinfolk
Post in the cut
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smokin'
smokin' a blunt
Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
Post with my kinfolk
Post in the cut
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smokin'
hustle hard hustle hard
Ozark Ozark clean it up clean it up
Postman Post man daddy was a dope man dope man
Postman Post man man gotta post that post that
Big Pockets, I'm boutta swerve the block wit'
And we mob like we all above the law
Bring me down, bring me down
Bring me down, bring me down
Bring me
Big Pockets, I'm boutta swerve the block wit'
And we mob like we all above the law
Bring me down, bring me down
Bring me down, bring me down
Bring me
Kisses with a blur
Got me feeling so drunk when I'm sober
Don't pick up the phone
When you lay around my arms
Click, click, click
On the phone
Post in in
nothin', I post on the block by myself
And you know that I'm holdin' steel
I cut off my old partners, my new niggas love to kill
Look you right up in
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