POST SPIN

[Intro]
(Ho—hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
(Rok on the track, yeah)

[Chorus]
Hey, lay
And I'm really low up in the paint
Post up, post up, spin fade
Post up, post up, spin fade
Hold up, roll up another J
Hold up, pour up another eight
Why my soda black as fuck like Escalade?
Why they wanna try they luck?
It's not they day

[Verse]
Shawty, you could never be my motherfuckin' lover
I'ma stack this money, stack this paper forever
Give it all to God 'cause He the one who know better
Rock Balenciaga, two thousand on a sweater
He can't go outside, that boy forgot his Beretta
He can't go outside, that boy forgot his Beretta
I don't rock no VLONE, visvim "V" on my sweater
Baby wanna pull up on me, make her feel better
Hey

[Chorus]
Hey, lay
And I'm really low up in the paint
Post up, post up, spin fade
Post up, post up, spin fade
Hold up, roll up another J (Yeah)
Hold up, pour up another eight (Woah)
Why my soda black as fuck like Escalade? (Yeah)
Why they wanna try they luck?
It's not they day

[Outro]
Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause she know I got armor
And I'm in the truck, I pull up quick like no other
Nigga, you could never be my muh'fuckin' brother