Nephew Texas Boy - Posted Up lyrics

[Nephew Texas Boy - Posted Up lyrics]

(808 Mafia) nephy
Nephy told me I'm good in the A
Fuckin' right hold up, hold up
Come on

In the club with some killers
And we posted up
You can tell where we at 'cause
All the hoes with us
If you talkin' to the people
You can't stand close to us
Got your girl in VIP
I might just smash or whatever
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Hold up
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Yeah

Flexin' on these broke hoes that
Got a baller attitude
Flexin' on these broke hoes that
Got a baller attitude
Bitch, you too old for the line
I'm posted up with the nine
I got the Ghost and it's mine
You can't keep up but you tryin'
RIP Bankroll, bitch, I'm poppin' shit
Club Godzilla, I got rich off a bitch
I got the green lean, I got the Xans
Mix it up if you tryna die
I fucked your bitch, she ain't know me
I had to do it, she was a bad ho
I told the bitch keep it low-key
Left side of the piano
I'm in Onyx with Wired Up and
We posted up with that gas, nigga
I hate me a thirsty bitch that
Ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I pass, nigga
I swear to God I'm good on 'em
I swear to God I'm good on 'em
I swear to God I'm, hold up (Club God)

In the club with some killers
And we posted up
You can tell where we at 'cause
All the hoes with us
If you talkin' to the people
You can't stand close to us
Got your girl in VIP
I might just smash or whatever
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Hold up
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Yeah

Nephy posted up watchin' all the hoes
Lookin' like my whole body froze
When the plug bring the backend in
If it look right then I'm
Buyin' all of those
Keep green like a botanist
Yeah, it's true, what you heard 'bout me
(Yup) servin' niggas like a Waffle House
I cook this dope in your face
Prices so low (What?)
My out-of-town niggas gotta race
Sippin' on lean, help my patient
My eyes feel so low like an Asian
Eatin' Percs like I'm Pacman
When the dope jump, it do back bands
Sand make a nigga stutter
I only hang in the gutter
And elate myself from these fuck niggas
They some hoes, boy, and I know it
Type of nigga that you put on a lick
And them fuck niggas gon' blow it
Mama said don't talk to strangers
'cause stranger niggas wear wires
Talkin' all that gangster shit but
Know your ass won't ride, nigga

In the club with some killers
And we posted up
You can tell where we at 'cause
All the hoes with us
If you talkin' to the people
You can't stand close to us
Got your girl in VIP
I might just smash or whatever
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Yeah
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Hold up
Bitch, I'm posted up, bitch, I'm posted up
Yeah

Posted up, bitch, I'm posted up, yeah

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

Add extended interpretation

If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!

Latest added interpretations to lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret