Mail

[Intro]
Man, it's Rockstar Marqo, man
And fuck rapping

[Chorus]
Ay look, can't trust that nigga, might tell
Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails
Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale
Got the white girl and she pale
Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah
Send the pack through the air, yeah
I got them down in the mail
What you need?
You know I got the cheap sale
Left wrist, that's brick fair
Trap out the spot, I don't live there
Designer kicks so you know they rare
I'll cross a nigga, I don't play fair
Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air
Um, I made an M through the mail
Rockstar, trapstar

[Verse 1]
Ay look, I made an M in FedEx
Cook with the right but I pump with the left
Thirty pointers and they hitting hard, shit hurting my neck
MONY, POWR, ain't no disrespect
Sting a nigga like a yellow jacket, nigga, Georgia Tech
Um, Macho Man when I get the weight, then I flex
Racks on my feet, gotta watch how I step
Yeah, Gucci cardigan, nigga dressing like I'm prep
Um, bitch, I'm popping right now
Niggas saying that I'm next
Dope boy now 'cause I play with that check
Selling green and white like the Jets
Yeah, these niggas looking for help
Ran it up and I did it myself
Might ship the brick through UPS

[Chorus]
Can't trust that nigga, might tell
Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails
Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale
Got the white girl and she pale
Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah
Send the pack through the air, yeah
I got them down in the mail
What you need?
You know I got the cheap sale
Left wrist, that's brick fair
Trap out the spot, I don't live there
Designer kicks so you know they rare
I'll cross a nigga, I don't play fair
Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air
Um, I made an M through the mail
Rockstar, trapstar

[Verse 2]
Ay look, too much weight
Um, niggas think I broke the scale
Yeah, I got more bars than a jail cell
Put a hole in your top like a whale
Ooh, I got the Rollie from [?]
Yeah, rockstar, Bill Bellamy
Um, I could teach a nigga how to be a player
I'll spend the racks like I don't care
Um, golden child, yeah, my style be rare
Moncler, I got the front off the bale
I got the stone, make you stop and stare
Spilled lean on the Gucci, had to get another pair, rockstar

[Chorus]
Ay look, can't trust that nigga, might tell
Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails
Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale
Got the white girl and she pale
Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah
Send the pack through the air, yeah
I got them down in the mail
What you need?
You know I got the cheap sale
Left wrist, that's brick fair
Trap out the spot, I don't live there
Designer kicks so you know they rare
I'll cross a nigga, I don't play fair
Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air
Um, I made an M through the mail
Rockstar, trapstar