Icedrake - Posted lyrics

[Intro] Posted, ah, maf**a, posted, ah, maf**a Posted, ah, maf**a, posted, come on, yo [Verse One] I ain't that b**h that'll be in da club With n***as acting like it's sweet in da club I'll bust a maf**a meat in da club And b**hes steppin' on my feet in da club Trying to see who they can freak in da club A maf**a wanna speak in da club Like a maf**areally knows me in da club Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in da club Look around, got to see who want P in da club See them lame n***as sippin' Don P in da club When you're smellin' 'Gnac, matter fact, we in da club White tees and them Air Force, deep in da club Throwin' up a sign, n***a, what, street in da club Make your head nod cause my joint beat in da club For them n***as that'd spend they whole week in da club And the b**hes that'd be drunk and want to beef in da club And them hatas that'll see their blood leak in da club You can't breathe in da club, it's called [Hook] Posted, post in the back, post in the front Posted up outside, smoking a blunt Post in the window, blowing the Indo Post with my kinfolk, post in the cut Post in the back, post in the front Posted up outside, smoking a blunt Post in the window, blowing the Indo Post with my kinfolk, post in the cut [Verse Two] Yo, this n***a said this sound like some old NORE sh**, yeah I'm f**in' wit dat NORE sh**! I be that b**h in the drop top aqua blue, gourmet Every n***a finna swore they're here We on the block and I'm Grinding Jack with a fifty pack and some twenties Helicopters on them hot Bentleys Ain't got no time for these b**hes cause it's over now You ain't leavin' out in stitches cause I'm sober now Hittin' Hot Ninety Seven with a hundred thou', bring your main b**h up in it I'mma run her style, yeah I'm co*ky, thinkin' I plan, well b**h watch me Post in the game, my n***as on bricks got me put it on my kids I did it for years, mami, send it to my n***as who doing their biz, papi Maf**a better recognize some sh** cause god damn Def Jam shouldn't of signed a b**h, that's why I'm [Hook] [x2] [Verse Three] When I'm posted in the hood, I'mma bang my sh** Only real maf**as get to hang in the bricks', this for - All my thug maf**as keeping weight on them Kedz, it's called posted n***a , better act like you know the gutter, posted n***as see the - and the peanut bu*ter, posted Hoodie with the black bandanna under, posted Lookin' through the back for the undercover, posted Even when I'm flipping the spots, see the cops on the next block Checkin' my watch, couple of shorties in the parking lot, holding them rocks It's a hood thing, n***a, getting blown to drop, we all posted Keep it true, never forget it, n***a, post up Show them maf**as the business, I'm a post with my n***as Sipping Remy and Guinness All my real maf**as in the game gon' feel this It's called [Hook] [x2]