DJ Dahi - Posted lyrics

[Hook] Laid low, in the cut, lamped up -- Posted Laid low, in the cut, lamped up -- Posted Laid low, in the cut, lamped up -- Posted Posted, posted, posted... [Verse 1: Mibbs] Hey man, I'm posted, laid low, in the cut, lamped up Came through in a range rover, n***a, beep beep, n***a, back up We four deep, Pac'd up, just in case she act up Get stomped out, smacked up, ambulances, fire trucks Wired up, high as f**, making loot, you drying up You stay at home, we flying out, you falling off, we climbing up And I'm too cool for these ratchet b**hes Too cool for these average n***as Who the-- who the f** asked you, n***as? Vroom vroom, I move past you n***as Posted, laid low, in the cut like n***a, what? I got an 1/8 to smoke, she got a big ol' bu*t I'm motivating, she motivated Damn, that a** is amaz-on, tank top and my J's on No chain on, but I stay on, got a magazine with my face on And I'm posted! Hook [Verse 2: BeYoung] I said Pac Div in the cut, n***a we been doing good Stocking cap or Roger Zapp, I might keep it super hood Old school with the newest wood, I'm posted up and I'm drape down We drinking on them chickens, homes, you sending hoes, that paypal I bend a corner and break out, Betty Crocker that cake, wow Down to earth but I'm spaced out, pound of herb, now break down I'm lamping, I'm low-key, my mind be on my business I'm remy martin cup sipping, might be out for Christmas Might be out at Fox Hills, might be out at Lenox Them yellow broads with me like they might be out the Simpsons Right beside my pimpin, that's the only way to get it Catch a n***a lamped up, only way of living [Verse 3: Like] Posted, in the cut, low pro, Nate Robinson Ballin, D. Wade, Chris Paul, A.I., and I'm hoopin Where you been? WHo me? Overseas, rocking shows, clocking dough, knocking hoes, smoking trees Pounds, Euros, nouns, plural Save the tough talk and you clowns are churros Sweet boy, we got heat boy, you a decoy, so please quit My soldiers have been deployed, you get destroyed, you in deep sh** Beastin, beastin, solid like Ironman And while that iron hot I put that California crease in LA, NY, been fly, been flown In Rome, been grown, f** boy, get gone We big dogs, yall small fleas, don't bother me with small fees Ay, hold up, I'm busy though, I'll call you, don't call me I'm posted Hook