Yung Joc, Gucci Mane - Posted At The Store lyrics

Catch me in the hood posted at the store
Catch me in the hood posted at the store
Catch me in the hood posted
At the store pistol
In my lap on the phone counting dough

They know the name, they love the swag
When they hear this shit they
Gone say he's back
A hundred niggas we suited up
Did you here that? Bitch we tooled up
Sweet potatoes in the kitchen
They cooking boy point em out, point em out
The Feds Lookin' Boy i got beaucoup work
But I never seen the shit
I never touch the dope
Bitch no finger prints
Posted in the Monte Carlo with the t's on it
I sold the davas on it
Went thrown some d's on it
Skittles and the thrax got it
By the boat load city
On lock bitch put it in a choke hold
We keep them chickens, Im a breast man
I'm not Usher Raymond joc don't confess man
And if you got some shit to got up
Off yah chest man you look sleepy
Get some rest man

I be posted on the block whether
Rain or sunny Yung Ralph Cleveland
Ave Mr get Money, Mr sick Wrist
Mr crazy Charm Drought season
Work cost a leg and a arm
I be posted at the Amoco
Getting cash yeah I'm parked at the
Pump but I ain't pumping gas
I be on a mission
Making transitions on up the interstate
With bricks in my transmission
Running back to back to cars
Like a track meet
Army guns clip long like Shaq feet
They call me shell shawty and
I remember that it's
Summer time but my wrist bring December back
I heard a rumor out say I won't do shit but I
Keep goons around me I ain't
Got to shoot shit
Joc roll the kush and I pour up the lean
Billionaire status we repping swagg team

Catch me in the hood posted at the store
Catch me in the hood posted at the store
Catch me in the hood posted
At the store pistol
In my lap on the phone counting dough

Now the cookie cutter cut the
Butter starter just like dauterman
Now camaband is swarming in they
Say I'm drug loitering
Smoking on a stem or yah smoking a coke can
Still got the party pack so
Come and have a party
Flat shoals and bouldercrest so call
Me Sun Valley man
98 caprice and it's sounding
Like the marching band
See I pack it in like Pakistan
Or soldiers in Afghanistan
It's Gucci Mane the african and
I'm a black Republican
See my watch is Frosted Flakes
And my chain Toucan Sam
Call me Gucci Mane gamasam
I come from Birmingham that's my Alabama
Atlanta riding in a phantom
Purple in my purple phantom
Smoking grape marijuana
And the aroma from the
Arizona stronger the ammonia
Call me Gucci mane I'm looking at
You baby girl im on ya
Cause, I won't ya and I got ya
Got ya right where I want ya
The aroma of the Arizona
Stronger the ammonia, gucci

Catch me in the hood posted at the store
Catch me in the hood posted at the store
Catch me in the hood posted
At the store pistol
In my lap on the phone counting dough