POSTED

Post up with a drake
While I'm thuggin' with Josh
Hunnid some shots when we
Shot up the spot
Cook a b*tch up
Make a b*tch too hot
Leave him on the curb let
A lil' b*tch rot

Buy what I want
I see and I cop
If I'm gettin' bored
Grab my notes and I jot
Gettin' real baked, yeah
Call me tater tot
F*ckin' with me then
I'm takin a shot

Don't mess with me
I got a .223
Might have a 556
And a Glock 23
Got your b*tch in the cut
And she f*ckin on me
Gucci her collar
Cop her Louis V

Gotta get my sh*t straight
Don't make a mistake
If he mess up then
I shoot him in his d*mn face
Glock 19, Draco and an AK
Always rappin sh*t
No I don't take a vacay

Sit back watch me do it
I'm just vibin' (Vibin')
You want all my ice
You decidin' (Cidin')
F*ck you in the back
I got you ridin' (Ridin')
Drank too many Cacti's
Got you wildin' (Wildin')

Posted

B*tch I'm posted

B*tch I'm posted

B*tch I'm

Ride around in a foreign
Got this b*tch soarin'
Got this b*tch roarin'

Hold up real quick
Imma note that sh*t
I don't want to b*tch
Imma be real rich

Cook up on a beat like
It came from a kitchen
Ain't finna smoke
I heard you been snitchin'

Diamonds like water
Fresh off the slopes
Might pop a pill
Cause I cannot cope
Trynna blow up
Cause I am so broke
Imma be rich
You already know

Buss out the pocket
Yes, diamonds all VV's
Opps pull up, but
They cannot see me
They see me succeedin'
They all want to be me
Hollow tips in the 9
This sh*t isn't BB's

Windows dark tint
No, you cannot see me
Got a new Honda
It cost me like 8 G's
I want to whip a Rolls
Cactus Jack needs to sign me
Got a bad b*tch, yeah
She is just ridin'

Sit back watch me do it
I'm just vibin' (Vibin')
You want all my ice
You decidin' (Cidin')
F*ck you in the back
I got you ridin' (Ridin')
Drank too many Cacti's
Got you wildin' (Wildin')

B*tch I'm posted
(How 'bout you shut the f*ck up 301)



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Writer(s): Jonathan Hillaker
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