USPS lyrics

[Hook: KAMAARA]
USPS
Loud pack the best
Right hand driving mutha f*ckers off the deep end
Muhf*cka talking grip the grip and get to squeezing
Next day shipping cause a muhf*cka 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 b*tches titties (um)
If you b*tches 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 f*cken fleas
Pull up to the party b*tches want me gotta pay the fee
Baby shook it fast that big fat ass broke out the f*cken 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 c*ck
Teeing off that b*tch she grip my iron in a golf cart
Hey b*tch
Never mind don’t say sh*t
I be getting money why you b*tches be the fakest
Laugh in your face
On my ass but getting paid
Oh my god I hit the blunt and holy f*ck I think it’s laced
[Hook: KAMAARA]
USPS
Loud pack the best
Right hand driving mutha f*ckers off the deep end
Muhf*cka talking grip the grip and get to squeezing
Next day shipping cause a muhf*cka 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 b*tch 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
b*tch I am a rat
Huh, huh
Shawty off the bean
Told her flip da pack
Huh, huh
f*ck with a Witch, f*ck 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