POSTOBON lyrics

[Verse 1: Swerzie]
I'm puttin' that High Tech in Postobon soda
That b*tch, she still ride to the woods falling over
You talk on my gang, you better know that sh*t over
Got Glocks, I got sh*t that gon' have you in comas
I'mma pull up with Dracos; machetes attached
I'mma COD sneak on that boy from the back
I got girls kill you, b*tches try me, have my back
And these rappers hate on me while I be relaxed
I need the bag, I don't need fame
Hopped out the Tesla, hopped out the plane
FaceTime my mom so she know that I'm safe
Then I make me some money in less than three days
Your b*tch got a Premium, I found out today
I'mma buy it then I'mma be on it today
I mean on it tonight, my CT she swerving
She said I want some Goyards I said get what you like
I'mma pull up with [?] '98 sedan
Need me a GTR Nissan from Japan
I still got the same hoes from when I began
I need my wrist to be two-tone from Patek
I need my teeth to shine and be VVS
Show in Orlando, these locals got PS
I've been outrapping y'all since I was [?]
They asked if I'm up next, they said b*tch yes he is
[Verse 2: Devonte Ze]
I been flexin', they couldn't even call it
I made a band in a day, b*tch I called it
All of these racks make your b*tch wanna call it
And I'm hiding from n*ggas, still stuck in the closet
I f*cked that b*tch when I knew she gon' swallow it
Loyalty W, you know she gon' follow it
sh*t stay on my waist so you know it got hollow tips
I need the cash and you know I need all of it
She wanna boo up, I just wanna smash
Speed in the rain, off the drank, I might crash
He say he got racks and I say "What's the catch?"
"You just gotta kick in the door in the back"
Need some new clothes, yeah might bring out the bands
Got a bad b*tch, ass fat with a tan
Pull up to the spot, yeah I'm gone off a Xan
I move the pack, I'm the man with the plan
I told him take off, told him n*ggas go far
sh*t in the back in the box with the jars
Hair real long, feel like a pop star
You know I'm Rotten, b*tch I'm a Rot Star
My neck be shining, she think I'm the sun
Your b*tch came with me cause she wanna have fun
That boy he a b*tch, he keep flashing his gun
They keep hitting my line cause they know I'm the one
[Verse 3: ZOTiYAC]
Uh uh, finna whip up the Whitney
I got mine on me, nine on me like blicky
Keep it 180, I keep it 150
sh*t cracking daily, you can't keep her with me
Ay, I got a Wesson, a Smithy
He double-breasted, that mean he got titties
This ain't no regular glizzy, this motherf*cker a threat to the city
I wet up your mama then wet up your biddy
I'm taking a trip like I'm Morty, you Ricky
That 40, that 50, that b*tch leave you dizzy
I drop a f*ck n*gga then dance like P. Diddy
That shawty gon' come from the side and she sh*tty
I pull up on no funny sh*t, I ain't sh*tty
Think it's a blickity, this ain't no blicky
You make one move and get touched like I'm frisky
Walk in, security ain't even frisk me
f*cking with me, boy that sh*t'll be risky
Now I'm gone off the Wockhardt, n*gga
Throwing bullets at your boxcar, n*gga
Think he hard when my top hard, n*gga
I hold the chopper like a rockstar, n*gga
Blue and red beams, like a cop car, n*gga
I see an opp, shoot the Glock far, n*gga