POSTED UP!

[Intro: blackdrift]
Shut the fuck up, bitch
I swear to God
We do not care
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: blackdrift]
Posted up, I got twenty bands on me (bitch, we posted)
Fuck around, might do a drive-by in a fucking Foreign
Feel like a Mormon, a thousand wives
I might've died a thousand times (might as well)

[Verse 1: blackdrift]
Make your shit dissolve like Alkaline
You diss on me, you crossed the line
Yeah, crossed his ass up, no jumper
10K on his head, we jumped him
How you only fuck with white bitches who don't even fuck with you back?
I might just beat his ass if he keeps dissing me on all his tracks
Gavwizzy, that's my stylist
If you fuck with him, you dying
Shoutout Geo, that's my ooter
Fuck with him, gеt hit in your medulla
I met that girl in Malibu, I couldn't care if shе your boo
On that block, we making deals
They know we been serving heavy
I don't care if they been resting (I do not)
No, I cannot follow back (I cannot)
All I know is run it back (that's a fact)
All I know is chase a bag (chase a bag)
Might blow up like a fucking frag
Get this shit like a fucking frat (yeah, yeah)
Feel like Keem, lil boy, look at the stats (stats)
I don't even need this fucking gat (yeah)
And that's a fact (yeah)

[Chorus: blackdrift]
Posted up, I got twenty bands on me (bitch, we posted)
Fuck around, might do a drive-by in a fucking Foreign
Feel like a Mormon, a thousand wives
I might've died a thousand times
Feel like a Mormon, a thousand wives
I might've died a thousand times (what we cooking?)

[Verse 2: slip2crazy]
Aye twin, we posted up (we posted)
He talk that shit up on his song, but now he choking up
I swear we at his grandma grave and we gon' smoke it up (dead bitch)
And they said that they surpassed us, but ain't close to us (fuck no)
He call her phone, but she don't answer 'cause she drinking nut (ew)
I sound like angels to these hoes, but I ain't Heaven Scent (let's go)
I told that bitch to go to Hell and ain't heard nothing since (she dead)
A couple hunnid thousand dollars just like pocket lint (ya dig?)
We move like zombies when we high 'cause I feel dead again (ya dig?)
Twenty five for the deal and that's a bet (that's a bet)
Don't copy me, just listen to me, you my pet (let's go)
She always tell me I do better when I'm wet (okay)
'Cause she got pussy, mouth, and neck, that's triple threat (okay, okay)
Can't call me broke, ain't you in debt?
That bitch you cuffed, she chewed the rest (let's go)
I like that sloppy, nothing less (let's go)
Killing the beat 'til there's nothing else left
He gasping for air, I told him to chill
You need to take less of a hit
I'ma get y'all fucked up, like Smokey said
Puff and pass the hit, bitch (it's lit)

[Chorus: blackdrift, slip2crazy & Both]
Posted up, I got twenty bands on me (bitch, we posted) (ya dig?)
Fuck around, might do a drive-by in a fucking Foreign
Feel like a Mormon, a thousand wives
I might've died a thousand times
Feel like a Mormon, a thousand wives
I might've died a thousand times (what we cooking?)

[Outro: blackdrift & slip2crazy]
This just the intro, real shit
Huh?
Yeah, yeah
Let's go!
Shh
Damn, my lungs hurt
This drip is unheard