Poster Boy ft. Stro Lyrics

Hop out that Shit make you a poster boy

Cause you doing shit you ain supposed

Hop out w that shit make you the poster kid

Side so fucked up this ain how we supposed to live

Im from a low down side might kill yo own ken

Stay in my own lane i be bowling

I ain no Glock model you niggas posing

Finna get my man ina party i got my pole in

She be playin on my phone quit the trolling

At the tinee giants tell them ppl what's smoking

Caught em outta bounds wrong sto again

Say what's on yo chest pussy don't you hold it in

Hit in his chest for acting how it usta been

Can't wait to see the face when we spin bin

Three hour trip jus to get my man

I got no bait but Ima rail em in

Niggas fake hate

Damn they on my tail again

Shout out to all them members on telegram

This that kriss vect

Euro step

I can find the best connect

For the gas or get you wet

Sleep and get you slept

Hop out that Shìt make you a poster boy

Cause you doing shit you ain supposed

Hop out w that shit make you the poster kid

Side so fucked up this ain how we supposed to live

Im from a low down side might kill yo own ken

Stay in my own lane i be bowling

I ain no Glock model you niggas posing

Finna get my man ina party i got my pole in

Dolo popping pills Ion want nobody close to me

Trying to catch boy slippin outta bounds where he ain post to be

Postin bowls lowkey gotta eat I play him close to me

In dem hallways posted up shootin dice n rollin weed

Snakes can't catch me slippin' cause I'm slimy as they post to be

Bitch went thru my phone She said it's over les I post her see

Leave that back door open that's gon really test they loyalty

Hell no I can't post you because my main bitch gon stop spoilin me

Y'all niggas post poles don't blitz

Scared to post da bm dat we hit

Post a diss yea I heard it was shit post yo gang y'all look broke asab

We was outside back when y'all won't on shit

Everybody got blicks fuck is a assist

Gone off da liq I done fuck round n missed

Mick run em down with the flick of the wrist

My glizzy Hershey yea she want a kiss

Hop out that Shìt make you a poster boy

Cause you doing shit you ain supposed

Hop out w that shit make you the poster kid

Side so fucked up this ain how we supposed to live

Im from a low down side might kill yo own ken

Stay in my own lane i be bowling

I ain no Glock model you niggas posing

Finna get my man ina party i got my pole in