Usps (feat. Witchouse 40k)

U-S-P-S Loud pack the best Right hand driving mutha fuckers off the deep end Muhfucka talking grip the grip and get to squeezing Next day shipping cause a muhfucka feining When I post up Scan my holsta' Metal get detecting if you selling on my corna When I crack the seal I start to cough I got corona You be smoking middy in a civy outta toasta' Popping nolie switch fall and land on bitches titties (um) If you bitches want me then you gotta come and get me (okay) Fourteen for the pack turn to three five in a jiffy (um) Pack another zip and hit up eight ounce for delivery (yeah) Rob a Taco Bell and tell 'em pussies give mе all the cheese Itching get to scratching twеaking badly I got fucken fleas Pull up to the party bitches want me gotta pay the fee Baby shook it fast that big fat ass broke out the fucken seams Come on send the Addy Are you capping? No I'm not Next day shipping Grab the glicky Ship myself inside a box I can hear you from a distance start to tremble when you talk Pop out with the Glock you getting cropped like Photoshop now watch me when I walk walk walk walk walk leaving paper trails I talk talk talk talk talk till her clothes are falling Off off off cough drop choking on this hard cock Teeing off that bitch she grip my iron in a golf cart Hey bitch Never mind don't say shit I be getting money why you bitches be the fakest Laugh in your face On my ass but getting paid Oh my god I hit the blunt and holy fuck I think it's laced U.S.P.S Loud pack the best Right hand driving mutha fuckers off the deep end Muhfucka talking grip the grip and get to squeezing Next day shipping cause a muhfucka feining When I post up Scan my holsta' Metal get detecting if you selling on my corna When I crack the seal I start to cough I got corona You be smoking middy in a civy outta toasta' 40 in this bitch and ain't nobody runnin' past me I been movin' weight, I run it up jus like an athlete Choppa with a .45 gon fire up 'atcho khakis And I might take yo soul away you Neva gonna tag me Huh On attack Huh Tooly through your flak Huh Echolocating all on yo clique just like a bat Huh, huh Gimme all the cheese Bitch I am a rat Huh, huh Shawty off the bean Told her flip da pack Huh, huh Fuck with a Witch, fuck with that kid I ain't ever taking no survivors, I been seeing red I be with the lasers, imma fire and leave 'em all for dead I ain't ever speaking, only silence do my time instead Lil bish Huh, huh Chronic from L.A And my shawty from the bay Got the gang up on the chain Like uh, uh I ain't got a face Got a mouth fulla fangs And a coffin with your name on it (Huh, huh) Chronic from L.A And my shawty from the bay Got the gang up on the chain Like uh, uh, uh I ain't got a face Got a mouth fulla fangs And a coffin with your name on it Ha, ha