USPS ft. Witchouse 40k Lyrics

USPS

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'

[Verse 1: KAMAARA]

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

USPS

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'

[Verse 2: Witchouse 40k]

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

[Outro]

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

Uh

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

Blech

Ha, ha