Link Up

[Intro: Tom The Mail Man]
Yeah, ayy, yeah (Oh-hoo, Oh-hoo)
Say uh, Aw yeah, yeah, mmm (Mmm)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Tom The Mail Man]
It's a new bitch every week now (Okay)
Feel like I'm stretchin' up myself, and (Yeah)
I can't find a girl that wanna do shit for herself
It's depressin' (So Sad)
Ain't got no teacher with these lessons (Uh)
I take it by the day, it's a life that gon' keep you guessin'
Like all y’all niggas so wack (So wack)
Leave them niggas in the past, like, I won't ever go back
Say they comin' for my spot, like, why I never noticed
Let me get my shit together, baby, can you hold this?
I need to focus, ayy
I told 'em nicely, do not play with me
This is really not the way to be, this is for your safety (It is)
Like, this is not the way to go
Fuck around with me bitch, I'ma take your ho
Baby, I'd rather be faded
Ain't no need for me to be fadin'
Try not to get jaded
And this life, shit's gettin' crazy (Crazy)
As long as I got with my baby
I'm gon' be so straight, yeah, yeah
Baby, I'd rather be faded
Ain't no need for me to be fadin'
Try not to get jaded
And this life, shit's gettin' crazy (It's crazy)
As long as I got with my baby
I'm gon' be so straight, yeah (Ooh)

[Bridge: Tom The Mail Man, Peter $un]
Da-da-da, da (Yeah, yeah)
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da (Uh)
Da-da-da-da (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Peter $un]
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Homie got the love, hang up while she sleep
Tryna eat from me, if it ain't no work, it ain't no peace
Love the freak, look
Give it, I just switched up on the speed
Fuck you mean? Shit
Water, I'm still tryna sprout the seeds
They would mean shit
Feel like I'm the only one I need
I got the team lit
Doin' hood shit with my hood friends
And me and yo girl cool, she one of my good friends
At least that's what she sayin' when you slide down the slide
And we vibin'
Got too cozy, arm wrestlers
Drug tryna live through my texts, feel dyslexic
Always had a thing for that LS400 Lexus
Take the windows and go play out the set
She don't, face in the net, 4D in my texts
Wake up and do it again
Makin' money to rap
They makin' money to flex
Do it, move to the next
Restin' up in that jet
My eyes have it 'til then
I've been up like, uh

[Bridge: Tom The Mail Man]
Da-da-da, da (Yeah, yeah)
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da, da
Da-da-da-da