Rockstar Marqo - Mail lyrics

it's Rockstar Marqo, man And f** rapping Ay look, can't trust that n***a, might tell Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale Got the white girl and she pale Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah Send the pack through the air, yeah I got them down in the mail What you need? You know I got the cheap sale Left wrist, that's brick fair Trap out the spot, I don't live there Designer kicks so you know they rare I'll cross a n***a, I don't play fair Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air Um, I made an M through the mail Rockstar, trapstar Ay look, I made an M in FedEx Cook with the right but I pump with the left Thirty pointers and they hitting hard, sh** hurting my neck MONY, POWR, ain't no disrespect Sting a n***a like a yellow jacket, n***a, Georgia Tech Um, Macho Man when I get the weight, then I flex Racks on my feet, gotta watch how I step Yeah, Gucci cardigan, n***a dressing like I'm prep Um, b**h, I'm popping right now n***as saying that I'm next Dope boy now 'cause I play with that check Selling green and white like the Jets Yeah, these n***as looking for help Ran it up and I did it myself Might ship the brick through UPS Can't trust that n***a, might tell Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale Got the white girl and she pale Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah Send the pack through the air, yeah I got them down in the mail What you need? You know I got the cheap sale Left wrist, that's brick fair Trap out the spot, I don't live there Designer kicks so you know they rare I'll cross a n***a, I don't play fair Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air Um, I made an M through the mail Rockstar, trapstar Ay look, too much weight Um, n***as think I broke the scale Yeah, I got more bars than a jail cell Put a hole in your top like a whale Ooh, I got the Rollie from [?] Yeah, rockstar, Bill Bellamy Um, I could teach a n***a how to be a player I'll spend the racks like I don't care Um, golden child, yeah, my style be rare Moncler, I got the front off the bale I got the stone, make you stop and stare Spilled lean on the Gucci, had to get another pair, rockstar Ay look, can't trust that n***a, might tell Um, real dope boy, got coke in my fingernails Fetty Wap, I bought the work, I don't need a scale Got the white girl and she pale Um, smart with the money like a wimp, yeah Send the pack through the air, yeah I got them down in the mail What you need? You know I got the cheap sale Left wrist, that's brick fair Trap out the spot, I don't live there Designer kicks so you know they rare I'll cross a n***a, I don't play fair Yeah, I'll send the bricks through the air Um, I made an M through the mail Rockstar, trapstar