Caskey - Postal lyrics

[Caskey - Postal lyrics]

Off that vanity
With choppers cause calamity
And folks gon' lose they sanity
I’m stoned in Los Angeles
Where bitches lose they sanity
With choppers cause calamity, yeah

So proud of myself
I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Check inside my pocket
I'm a walkin' bidness man (man)
Lookin’ at my chopper, y'all
Don't want the bidness, man
(man)
When you winnin', they gon' talk that shit
Don't give a damn (ayy)

Bitch, I'm turned up
Want that Pusha T type confidence
Rappers want be competition
Chopper change your composition
Turned up, I don't need to hear no opposition
Crib look like the spot to fish in
Fishscale that I got from bitches
I’m turned up, feelin’ large
Y'all fuck boys don’t try no shit
That victory mirage, it's not real life
I'll fry your shit
I feel like a beast, I turn up the heat
I had a lil beef I'm knockin’ my list off
Shawty just came to crib
She saw all the whips and
Asked why I'm pissed off bitch, I got scars
They don't want me in charge
We started this with bars
Blues on me like Avatar
Someone stopped me in the street
Thought they'd seen a shootin' star
That's just me inside my car
I smoke big backwood cigars, hey

So proud of myself
I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Look inside my pocket
I'm a walkin' bidness man (man)
Lookin' at my chopper, y'all
Don't want the bidness, man
(man)
When you winnin', people talk that shit
Don't give a damn (ayy)

Show up after shows
Who brought these hoes to the lobby?
I showed up on the harley
Turn this hotel to a party
Know shawty think she in love when
She get to poppin' molly
Can't say that shit back, I'm sorry
We get drugs in by the dolly
I'm too lit, I'm too pit
I'm too turned up with my clique
I'm too real to be arguin' with y'all
Beefin' 'bout a bitch
I'm too focused on myself
That's why I'm on a winnin' spree
I'm too drunk, too monogamous
In love with hennessy, yeah
And my bitch so bad, she
Got big booty, remedy, hey
Skrt off in the foreign
Car, that drive serenity, yeah
One time this lil thotty sucked
Me, used too many teeth, yeah
Had to kick that lil hoe
Out the damn vicinity go for infinity
My flow more than the legs on centipede
Keep it one century
Can't talk 'bout real ones and not mention me
Ben Franklin mentored me, and
Got sent for me, drive in my bentley
They can't stop what's meant to be
I'm turned up like I'm meant to be

So proud of myself
I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Look inside my pocket
I'm a walkin' bidness man (man)
Lookin' at my chopper, y'all
Don't want the bidness, man
(ayy)
When you winnin', people talk that shit
Don't give a damn (damn)

Turned up, on a bitch, like I'm postal
Postal, yeah, call that
Call that goin' postal
Turned up, on a bitch (ayy) , like I'm postal
Yeah, fuck, call that goin' postal

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