King Los, Mickey Shiloh - Postcards lyrics
[King Los, Mickey Shiloh - Postcards lyrics]
Yeah we ain't got nothin' for these haters
But some postcards, ha, postcards king Los
Yeah
(Tell them you'll need this)
We shittin' on the game
By the time they hear this
We be probably sittin' on a plane, waving by
(Tell them you'll need this)
See you, fuck up out my lane
That's the perfect time to exit
Nigga fuck up out the game, like
(Tell them you'll need this)
Rings on, King shit, throne shit
Bow down I got rings on, I'm like
(Tell them we'll need this)
Go hard, we ain't, got nothin'
For bitch niggas but postcards
(postcards, postcards, postcards)
We ain't got nothin' for bitch niggas
But postcards (postcards)
Ugh, in one week I see two, three jets
Zoned like a 2-3, Gucci sweats
I'm a trapper keeper keep
That loose leaf fresh
That's packs of paper, stacks of acres
I mack, you? I'm rap's new savior
I should tattoo haters on my nuts
Cause that's where they be yeah they be
Trynna follow me and be ahead of me
Seventy, severed Chevrolet and
Bumpin' Heavy D, steadily
I just get my mack on nigga, never back out
Never turn my back on niggas
I just black on niggas
Like lights out, iced out
If these niggas way beyond
My motherfuckin' wipeout
Niggas ain't trill, ain't built like this
This my real life bitch I pay bills like this
I just feel like I could
Make mills like shiiit so I shit mills
(meals) out while you feel like shit
Chill, you don't want none of this here
I summon this here, this my summer this year
And I'm stuntin' this year on a pj
How the fuck I make it out without a DJ, woah
I'm somewhere under Palm Trees
With a blonde piece within arm's reach
Y'all niggas ain't blowin'
That strong either
I had a little talk with a palm reader
Say money, money, money, money
Coins, coins, cash, scrilla
Drop, lamb, got, damn
Going, going, fast, nigga
Zoom, I'm somewhere on the moon lookin' down
You? stuck somewhere in the
Room lookin' round who cookin' now? Me (Ugh)
Who the fuck thought it could be (You)
B-U-L-L-S-H-I T-IN-G, I can see
A lot of that comin' from
Your clique right now
So I'm writin' postcards in
This bitch right now like ugh
Next time you see me
I'll probably be different i told you niggas
You can run back and tell the whole
Fuckin' city when you saw me
I was lookin' like a whole new nigga king
But some postcards, ha, postcards king Los
Yeah
(Tell them you'll need this)
We shittin' on the game
By the time they hear this
We be probably sittin' on a plane, waving by
(Tell them you'll need this)
See you, fuck up out my lane
That's the perfect time to exit
Nigga fuck up out the game, like
(Tell them you'll need this)
Rings on, King shit, throne shit
Bow down I got rings on, I'm like
(Tell them we'll need this)
Go hard, we ain't, got nothin'
For bitch niggas but postcards
(postcards, postcards, postcards)
We ain't got nothin' for bitch niggas
But postcards (postcards)
Ugh, in one week I see two, three jets
Zoned like a 2-3, Gucci sweats
I'm a trapper keeper keep
That loose leaf fresh
That's packs of paper, stacks of acres
I mack, you? I'm rap's new savior
I should tattoo haters on my nuts
Cause that's where they be yeah they be
Trynna follow me and be ahead of me
Seventy, severed Chevrolet and
Bumpin' Heavy D, steadily
I just get my mack on nigga, never back out
Never turn my back on niggas
I just black on niggas
Like lights out, iced out
If these niggas way beyond
My motherfuckin' wipeout
Niggas ain't trill, ain't built like this
This my real life bitch I pay bills like this
I just feel like I could
Make mills like shiiit so I shit mills
(meals) out while you feel like shit
Chill, you don't want none of this here
I summon this here, this my summer this year
And I'm stuntin' this year on a pj
How the fuck I make it out without a DJ, woah
I'm somewhere under Palm Trees
With a blonde piece within arm's reach
Y'all niggas ain't blowin'
That strong either
I had a little talk with a palm reader
Say money, money, money, money
Coins, coins, cash, scrilla
Drop, lamb, got, damn
Going, going, fast, nigga
Zoom, I'm somewhere on the moon lookin' down
You? stuck somewhere in the
Room lookin' round who cookin' now? Me (Ugh)
Who the fuck thought it could be (You)
B-U-L-L-S-H-I T-IN-G, I can see
A lot of that comin' from
Your clique right now
So I'm writin' postcards in
This bitch right now like ugh
Next time you see me
I'll probably be different i told you niggas
You can run back and tell the whole
Fuckin' city when you saw me
I was lookin' like a whole new nigga king