Mailman

Yeah bitch, I'm da man
Imma sip the sprite, I dont need a fuckin' xan
Hunnid thousand cash, put it in a fuckin' can
Sent it cross da map, waited for da mailman

I dont fuck with feds, so I aint gon shake ya hand
Shootas in the city, they be rollin in the van
Got a couple killers and they came from Sudan
Send ya mom a box w ya head in da sand

Checkin out my socks, yeah I got em from Japan
Know I got the Glock, you can tell by how I stand
Might just slide the cock on a pretty lil fan
I'm just tryna fuck, you know Ion wanna dance

I ain't running off, nah I gotta fuckin' plan
Already printed, I'm just waiting on the scan
Yeen really shipping, you just wrap it in Saran
10 pack flip it, 50 more in demand

Damn

Yeah bitch I'm da man
Imma sip the sprite I dont need a fuckin xan
Hunnid thousand cash put it in a fuckin can
Sent it cross da map waited for da mailman

I ain't one to talk a lot
I was in the 865 walking off
Serving out pounds in the Crowne parking lot
You aint never had to move cause the block was hot

Sipping syrup just to stop the cough
Why you keep on switching flows, cause the beat keep dropping off
I'm take all ya hoes, leave em once they top me off
I get more head den a mufuckin' barbershop
Stop it dawg
At the top, and I ain't fallin' off
Me and Charlie started in the summer, going all da fall
Your career a bummer, cause the Kingh going off a lot
I might get your mother wetter than a fuckin aquanaut
That's why I stay with pussy like an ocelot
Asking how much cash I got, an awful lot
I got more money than your father got
I be spazzin like I'm off the rock
That's why they told your ass you shoulda ducked when you saw the dot



Credits
Writer(s): Vladimir Dirda, Alexander Kabir Singh
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