Lyrics:
to fit in the backseat
Four dope motherfuckers
Posted in the backseat
(Backseat the back seat I was fucking in it)
Four dope motherfuckers
Posted in
NcHH MEcN
MO SHIT NIG-- COME THRU WIT THcT MO SHIT
MO HITS MY NIG-- COME THRU I BE POSTED
NcHH MEcN
MO SHIT NIG-- COME THRU WIT THcT MO SHIT
that we break when the stick hit the cue
We ain't taking no breaks we going straight to the moon
These niggas be lost
Milk carton posted
These niggas
you see me I be flyer than a plane I am married to that Jane
I’m just praying that my mood get better
I been posted smoking weed for a minute
I been
I'm at STC
Hop the TTC
With a backwood
Roll it
Roll it
I'm at STC
Posted up like Ibaka
Said I had to trap for my momma (Mommy)
Posted up like Ibaka
trouble follows me...
And still I try so hard.. hoping one day you'll come and rescue me.....
But until then... I'll be posted up here rain, sleet, hail
scoping everything
Namsayin, just in the cut, watching you haters
With a tone on 'em
I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
Blunt in my
scoping everything
Namsayin, just in the cut, watching you haters
With a tone on 'em
I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
Blunt in my
Four door coupe, we posted up, ain't photo shoot - we posted up
D-Drink in my cup, we toast it up, b-bad hoes trying to get lost with us
Four door
My young niggas posted on the block right now
Got my young niggas posted on the block right now
Posted on the block
My young niggas posted on the block
Late night posted on the block like this, yeah
Catch me round town on the block getting lit yeah
Hang outside with my dogs, we some pits
Yeah
Don’t
Summer sex I'm sexually you don't deserve a spot with me girl
Summer nights I'm sexually posted You don't deserve a spot with me, girl
Summer nights
the Caribbean
Posted up and then I see em'
Posted up and then I cleared it
My diamonds on ear they clear
I keep two on me
And I came from the 305
Thank God I made
And oh yeah
You been gone for a minute now
Im stayin' posted tryin' to live it out
Posted at my home alone,
Just chillin like Macaulay Culkinic
I don't
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
Posted, floating
(Posted I go)
You locked the door, keep it open
You lost the love for you old friend
I'm posted, I'm floating, I'm all up and out
If you see me on the club Im chilling in the back
Prolly in VIP that where you can find me at posted up what up...posted up what up
You won't see me
trillionaire
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I
Dried up in the club
Posted in the back
Dried up in the club
Posted in the back
Dried up in the club
Posted in the back
Dried up in the club
any reason not to love you
Hard it would be and still I'd try
Look deep is the reason why you love me
Put your ego to the side
I'm posted
Yeah I'm
the front door
I came from that muddy I been Dublin since the front door
South side to the ville I'm posted on Big mama front porch
South side to the ville
You can catch posted on the Westside
Posted on the Westside
Killa Cali got the best vibes got the best high
Got all the Gangstas saying lets ride
that Jeep we was creepin
Me and my shawty was freakin
At Beaufort house on the weekend
Posted right by my locker they thought I was selling reefer
Packs
I’ll be posted
Chillin with my friends
I’ll be posted
Reminiscin on how it used to be
Tryna find the line from point A to Point B
Didn’t see
Or know
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