Postal - Caskey

Off that vanity

With choppers cause calamity, and folks gon' lose they sanity

I’m stoned in Los Angeles, where bitches lose they sanity

With choppers cause calamity, yeah

So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)

Check inside my pocket, I’m a walkin' bidness man (man)

Lookin' at my chopper, y’all don’t want the bidness, man (man)

When you winnin', they gon' talk that shit, don’t give a damn (ayy)

Bitch, I’m turned up, want that Pusha T type confidence

Rappers want be competition, chopper change your composition

Turned up, I don’t need to hear no opposition

Crib look like the spot to fish in, fishscale that I got from bitches

I’m turned up, feelin' large, y’all fuck boys don’t try no shit

That victory mirage, it’s not real life, I’ll fry your shit

I feel like a beast, I turn up the heat, I had a lil beef I’m knockin' my list

off

Shawty just came to crib, she saw all the whips and asked why I’m pissed off

Bitch, I got scars, they don’t want me in charge

We started this with bars, blues on me like Avatar

Someone stopped me in the street, thought they’d seen a shootin' star

That’s just me inside my car, I smoke big backwood cigars, hey

So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)

Look inside my pocket, I’m a walkin' bidness man (man)

Lookin' at my chopper, y’all don’t want the bidness, man (man)

When you winnin', people talk that shit, don’t give a damn (ayy)

Show up after shows, who brought these hoes to the lobby?

I showed up on the harley, turn this hotel to a party

Know shawty think she in love when she get to poppin' molly

Can’t say that shit back, I’m sorry, we get drugs in by the dolly

I’m too lit, I’m too pit, I’m too turned up with my clique

I’m too real to be arguin' with y’all, beefin' 'bout a bitch

I’m too focused on myself, that’s why I’m on a winnin' spree

I’m too drunk, too monogamous, in love with hennessy, yeah

And my bitch so bad, she got big booty, remedy, hey

Skrt off in the foreign car, that drive serenity, yeah

One time this lil thotty sucked me, used too many teeth, yeah

Had to kick that lil hoe out the damn vicinity

Go for infinity, my flow more than the legs on centipede

Keep it one century, can’t talk 'bout real ones and not mention me

Ben Franklin mentored me, and got sent for me, drive in my bentley

They can’t stop what’s meant to be, I’m turned up like I’m meant to be

So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)

Look inside my pocket, I’m a walkin' bidness man (man)

Lookin' at my chopper, y’all don’t want the bidness, man (ayy)

When you winnin', people talk that shit, don’t give a damn (damn)

Turned up, on a bitch, like I’m postal

Postal, yeah, call that, call that goin' postal

Turned up, on a bitch (ayy), like I’m postal

Yeah, fuck, call that goin' postal