Ups

Come to your door like I'm UPS
Yeah come to your door like I'm UPS
Come to your door like I'm UPS
Nigga come to your door like I'm UPS

Come to your door like I'm UPS
Nigga I wont stress unless it's bout a check
Money tall as hell like a T-Rex
And I got my hoe bumpin teen x

5.0 too fast it got a 10 speed
Raf Simmons on sneakers
I'm in New York with a treesha
Up that Glock it was nice to meet ya

Up that Glock nigga what you sayin
In that pussy I go super saiyan
In that stang I go super fast
Shit pullin barely hit the gas

Coyote motor, in Houston smoking Doja
Why would I hate I don't even know ya
Why would I hate, I don't even know ya
Broke ass nigga need to catch up

Beat his ass now his face red like ketchup
Grind in my blood I don't need luck
Yeen got no motion you a dumb fuck

Come to your door like I'm UPS
Nigga I wont stress unless it's bout a check
Money tall as hell like a T-Rex
And I got my hoe bumpin teen x

5.0 too fast it got a 10 speed
Raf Simmons on sneakers
I'm in New York with a treesha
Up that Glock it was nice to meet ya



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