Post Up Lyrics

What, I ain't even walked in and these hoes all on my dick

Is it that cash that I be stalking or is it cuz I'm fresh as shit

I just might crash I see him walking I don't even care if he with his bitch

And if you bad, I just wanna fuck your hell, nah I ain't buying shit

Nah, I ain't tricking on these bitches, what I look like

I grab my glock start itching on em', if someshit don't seem right

Got setup hoes, we sicking on em' cuz I know that nigga gon' bite

Yeah, this shit chess, not checkers, get a scratcher, playing with your life

Yeah, that track ain't bulletproof, bitch

This hoe was playing on my top so I went got a new bitch

Just like a floor, you can't get mopped, yeah, we slide like a new hit

These niggas asking me to drop, cuz that boy harder than a brick

This new Gen

5 it ain't a prop and this bitch came with a switch

That was my partner, he got locked, then turned to a snitch

I don't even know if, I want this glock, this fn or that stick

Mane this hoe crazy, I was just blocked, now I'm hitting this bitch with dick

You better not post up at that store without your motherfucking gun

I walk them down just like the Slenderman, I'm making niggas run

My niggas spinning like a ceiling fan, I'm paying for they bond

Man, I'm getting tired of this killing, man, I just wanna have fun

Wanna have fun

Spin on block and he wrecked, hit at ya neck

This glock bi-sexual, knowing, boy ima flex

Drop me a check, go pick up a Vette, yeah

Knew a young nigga wasn't trippin, I pull out my dick, that bitch got wet

Don't give a fuck, I ain't listen, I'm kicking her out, I don't need no se

Yeah, get freaky as fuck, when I see my bitch, she throwing that ass, I caress

Yeah, no cap, these niggas had thought I was lying when I told them my bitch was the best,

Drop, smack from the back Yediyea, cut him off at the light, that's a bet

Yeah, get sneaky as fuck, when I'm on the lick on point, I ain't going for that,

That's how It sound, when I shoot my Gat,

Hollon

Yea, yea, yea

I caught my opp, he ran a flat

You know LO, gone catch a hat

And I won't say too much, but I looked at his work, and he a rat

You bet not post up at that store without your motherfucking gun

I walk them down just like the slender man, I'm making niggas run

My niggas spinning like a ceiling fan, I'm paying for they bond

Man, I'm getting tired of this killing, man, I just wanna have fun