"MAILBOX" lyrics
Yeah, leave it in the mailbox, bro
Yeah, I'ma go get it (Go)
I'ma go pick it up in a lil' bit, just drop that one off (Go, yeah)
(Oh my bad, you on the phone?)
Come on now (Yeah)
Man, I appreciate you, brodie (What you tell her then?)
Told her leave it in the mailbox
I was in the kitchen tryna cook up on the stovetop (Oh, you cookin', huh?)
Even if I seen a red light, don't think I'm gon' stop
We just talk shit
Rollies hate each other, they argue on both wrists (It's like my conscience)
Only thing I'm doin' is switchin' lanes, you niggas just code switch
Aim good, I don't need no scope, I just need a beam and the pole gon' hit
VVS done flashed the fans, like iPhone, I got a photo wrist
Damn, the trap hot
Told her, "Bae, come—come and pull the racks out"
Angel on my shoulder and the demon finna crash out (Oh, that's my conscience?)
I just popped a Perc', I think I'm sleep, I'm finna crash out (Am I still conscience?)
[?] ten Perc' 30s, I need Vicodin's
She ain't let me slide, well I'ma pipe her friend
Bad bitch, redbone, I'ma make it bend
Brr-brr, I'ma make it send
Birds in the mail, I think I need a ten (I told you before though)
(I'ma always need ten)
Told her, "Bae, go drop it at the mailbox" (Ha)
Even if I seen a red light, I'm never gon' stop
Slimy as it fuckin' can get, I'm on the stovetop
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'ma go get it (Go)
I'ma go pick it up in a lil' bit, just drop that one off (Go, yeah)
(Oh my bad, you on the phone?)
Come on now (Yeah)
Man, I appreciate you, brodie (What you tell her then?)
Told her leave it in the mailbox
I was in the kitchen tryna cook up on the stovetop (Oh, you cookin', huh?)
Even if I seen a red light, don't think I'm gon' stop
We just talk shit
Rollies hate each other, they argue on both wrists (It's like my conscience)
Only thing I'm doin' is switchin' lanes, you niggas just code switch
Aim good, I don't need no scope, I just need a beam and the pole gon' hit
VVS done flashed the fans, like iPhone, I got a photo wrist
Damn, the trap hot
Told her, "Bae, come—come and pull the racks out"
Angel on my shoulder and the demon finna crash out (Oh, that's my conscience?)
I just popped a Perc', I think I'm sleep, I'm finna crash out (Am I still conscience?)
[?] ten Perc' 30s, I need Vicodin's
She ain't let me slide, well I'ma pipe her friend
Bad bitch, redbone, I'ma make it bend
Brr-brr, I'ma make it send
Birds in the mail, I think I need a ten (I told you before though)
(I'ma always need ten)
Told her, "Bae, go drop it at the mailbox" (Ha)
Even if I seen a red light, I'm never gon' stop
Slimy as it fuckin' can get, I'm on the stovetop
Yeah, yeah
