"USPS" lyrics
KAMAARA & Witchouse 40k Lyrics
[KAMAARA:]
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'
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 me all the cheese
Itching get to scratching tweaking 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'
[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
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'
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 me all the cheese
Itching get to scratching tweaking 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'
[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
